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One fateful day, while he was diligently toiling away at his workplace, he had ventured
into a group chat and stumbled upon a familiar account. It seemed that Sabrina’s account
lay dormant, her profile picture and nickname unchanged.
He was not only one of the inaugural sponsors of the Monwayne International Photography
Competition but also a judge in previous sessions.
Blayze had never anticipated that their paths would cross once more through the lens of
photography. Equally unexpected was Sabrina’s decision to enroll in his photography
course.
It was only then that he came to realize that she had lost her memory, forgetting the year
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In that moment, Blayze was overcome with a rush of emotions as he impulsively extended
an invitation to explore the world of art together. However, upon learning she was the very
ex-wife of Tyrone, his half- brother, his thoughts had involuntarily shifted…
Blayze cast a long, contemplative gaze upon Sabrina once more.
Her cheeks held a subtle rosy hue, her eyes glistened with a hint of moisture and the
corners of her eyes bore a reddish tint, a charm not often seen in her usual demeanor.
“Let’s go. I’ll drive you home.”
“No, I wish to drink a bit more,” she countered.
Sabrina seized the wine glass before her, downing its contents with haste. In an instant,
Blayze rose from his seat, grasping her wrist firmly while liberating the glass from her
grasp.
“Stop drinking!” he insisted.
Still viewing Blayze as Tyrone due to the alcohol, Sabrina fixed her gaze upon Blayze, her
hand making a reach for the bottle on the table.
“I want iti
Damn Tyrone! Forgiveness for Tyrone was far from her mind at that moment!
Sabrina managed to sneak in just two sips from the bottle before Blayze reclaimed it and
set it at a distance.
“Hand it over!”
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Observing her eyes, brimming with both sorrow and protest, Blayze momentarily hesitated
but ultimately resolved.
“No more drinking. I shall be your chauffeur home.”
“No, leave me be.” “Please, don’t be stubborn.”
“Just let me be! You’re exasperating, Tyrone.”
Blayze clasped Sabrina’s arm and gently coaxed her to her feet.
Yet, Sabrina clung tenaciously to the table with her free hand.
“Fine, have your drink.” Blayze sighed in surrender.
He returned the bottle and glass to their place in front of Sabrina. Suspiciously, Sabrina
regarded him, cautiously lifting the glass to her lips.
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