“What? Well…” Sabrina was taken aback.

“What? Your jacket bore witness to the aftermath of your indisposition. I took it upon myself to dispose of it.”

With a contrite smile, Sabrina gingerly extricated herself from the covers and stood.

“I apologize profusely… And how much was your attire? I will gladly compensate you.”

“You needn’t trouble yourself with that. I possess substantial wealth.”

To Blayze, a mere garment hardly registered as significant. After a moment’s reflection, Sabrina proposed, “How about I treat you to dinner tonight?”

at the bar, it seemed only fitting for Sabrina

gaze to

“Sounds great.”

for the acquisition of that new down jacket for you. What are your thoughts?

an impeccable sense of

was actually my secretary

Speechless, Sabrina stood there, at

the paper bag and unfurled it. It was a crisp, short, white

it over her form and then checking her reflection before the full-length

secretary certainly possesses

Sabrina shed the down jacket, ventured into the bathroom and attended to her face, dabbing away makeup with a

her bore no trace of cosmetics. She scrutinized her reflection and found the scar on her face to be

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