Sergio insisted Trevor barely had a drink.
On top of that, the security footage was conveniently unavailable.
Quite the string of coincidences.
Regardless of the underlying truth, her best bet was to place trust in Trevor. She couldn’t
do without him.
Yet, recalling her past ordeal with Tyrone, she felt compelled to pretend displeased with
Trevor. Otherwise, it was not her style.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFurthermore, Trevor might not be in the right frame of mind to inquire about Hobson for
her.
She might need to delay that conversation.
After Sabrina and Trevor exited the room, Shirley felt utterly drained. She sank into the
bed, shutting her eyes.
Out of nowhere, her phone buzzed, sounding like an impending doom.
Shirley snapped out of her daze and retrieved her phone from her clothes lying on the
floor. Glancing at the caller’s name on the screen, she couldn’t help but feel anxious.
With fingers that barely stopped shaking, she managed to press the answer button,
attempting to steady her voice. “Hello, Mr. Blakely.”
A deep, imposing voice resonated from the other side. “How did things play out?”
Shirley hesitated briefly, then shared, “When Trevor found himself in my alright?”
“He drank too much last night,” Sabrina responded.
She appeared protective of Trevor, almost as though warding off Tyrone’s probing.
A shadow crossed Tyrone’s eyes.
He already knew what happened, yet it appeared that Sabrina didn’t care at all.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWas Sabrina trying to spare Trevor from embarrassment in Tyrone’s presence, choosing to
address it privately? Or had she come to terms with Trevor’s misstep, deciding against
breaking up?
It should be the first reason.
The thought of a woman tolerating her boyfriend being with someone else was hard to
accept.
“He drank so much that he’s still sleeping? He couldn’t even join you for a meal? Seems
like he doesn’t value you much.”
“It’s none of your business.” After saying that, Sabrina turned her head to look at the
balcony.