Tyrone gave a slight smile, took her hand, and gently squeezed her fingers, saying
nothing.
“How could you possibly know what cards I needed?” Sabrina asked curiously.
With a glance at her earnest face, Tyrone replied, “It’s easy. Your plays reveal your needs.
One can deduce to some extent from the reactions of others while they play.”
Indeed, Tyrone had the skill to count cards.
Suddenly, she remembered Tyrone’s academic background, which was a degree in math
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtand finance.
He always aced his exams.
At that moment, she sensed a gap between herself and Tyrone.
Years ago, she opted for a marketing major, inspired by him, striving diligently to keep her
academic scores at the peak.
Yet for him, it was easy.
By the time she was in university, Tyrone had graduated, leaving a trail of tales behind.
His name was etched on the twentieth spot in the hall of fame, surrounded by much older
professors with their own accolades and significant contributions.
“What’s on your mind?” Tyrone queried.
“Nothing,” she responded nonchalantly, shaking her head.
Tyrone diverted the conversation.
“Will you join me at the party tomorrow evening?” Tyrone proposed.
Silence was Sabrina’s response. Rarely did she grace such events anymore. The
combination of a demanding job and a distaste for the elite had deterred her.
Deep within, she was just a simple girl.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe remembered the opulence of the previous charity dinner, yet all she retained were
memories of the chilling pool water and the bracelet gifted to Galilea.
Sabrina finally responded, “You can bring your assistant.”
Gazing at her, Tyrone replied calmly, “In that case, I won’t go. I’1L stay with you.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Why? Don’t worry. It’s just a casual party.”
Sabrina chose to remain silent at his reassurances.
Back home, Sabrina remained in her study until close to midnight before preparing for
bed.
As she opened the bathroom door, she froze.