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Chapter: 117
The chatter among the audience faded, leaving only a few whispers.
The host took to the stage, delivering an introduction that signaled the start of the dance.
Sabrina cast a glance at the empty seat beside her.
As she’d suspected, he didn’t show up.
This vacant seat served as a convenient spot for her to place her belongings.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt first, Sabrina was slightly fidgety, but as the performers on stage captivated her, she
found herself engrossed in the play.
Suddenly, a man walked in front of her, blocking her view.
Sabrina turned her gaze back to the stage, puzzled by the man’s strange behavior. He was
late. Why was he standing in front of her instead of taking his seat?
His rudeness annoyed her.
Then the man leaned over, cleared the adjacent seat of her belongings, and sat down.
As soon as the man moved her belongings, Sabrina reflexively guarded them and
reprimanded, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Once she’d admonished him, she was taken aback to recognize Tyrone.
The audience turned their attention to her, as did Tyrone.
In a haste, Sabrina moved her belongings back to the floor and made room for Tyrone.
The audience resumed their focus on the ongoing performance.
Leaning in, Tyrone whispered apologetically, “Sorry, I’m late.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Don’t speak. Let’s watch the performance,” Sabrina responded, pointing at the stage, her
face devoid of any expression.
Tyrone fell silent and directed his gaze at the stage.
The dance concluded around nine-thirty.
All performers returned to the stage, bowing in acknowledgment of the audience.
A thunderous round of applause filled the hall.
Some admirers of the dancers even prepared to present bouquets on the stage.
Most of the audience began exiting the hall.
Sabrina collected the several shopping bags scattered on the floor, rose from her seat,
and started to leave along with the crowd.
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