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“Tyrone, you’d better not be kidding.”
Amid his Laughter, Tyrone abruptly halted, his hand tenderly caressing the wound near the
corner of his mouth.
“How could it possibly be?”
Sabrina found herself unable to contain her mirth.
It marked the very first occasion she had witnessed Tyrone in such disarray.
Tyrone lifted his gaze.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSabrina’s laughter ceased instantaneously and she nonchalantly divulged the restaurant’s
name as if nothing unusual had occurred. “This establishment boasts private dining
chambers.”
She was determined not to tarnish his reputation.
With a meaningful glance, Tyrone beckoned Kylan to secure a reservation.
Upon their arrival at the restaurant’s private chamber, Sabrina meticulously selected a
few delectable dishes and handed the menu to Tyrone, who occupied the seat opposite
her.
“See if there is anything else you fancy.”
Tyrone accepted it and skimmed through the options.
“How about some braised mutton?”
“Perfect,” Sabrina affirmed, “I’ll enjoy that. Kindly request the waiter to bring it to our
table later.”
“You’re fond of mutton?”
“Indeed.”
Not only did Sabrina relish consuming mutton but she also had a penchant for mutton
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsoup. The rich broth, adorned with finely chopped scallions and fragrant coriander, was
just too delicious in her opinion.
However, Tyrone harbored an aversion to the scent of mutton. Never before had anything
remotely related to mutton been part of their household fare.
Tyrone momentarily hesitated.
Many of the dishes she had ordered were his favorites or gentle on his stomach.
She possessed an intimate knowledge of his palate, yet he could only select a few of her
preferred dishes.
With the exception of the roasted fish and cupcakes.
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