It was Tyrone who had orchestrated this transformation! Sabrina made every effort to cleanse her mind of these thoughts.

After tidying herself up, she exited the room gracefully, as though nothing untoward had occurred.

The living room was vacant, devoid of any presence.

Curiosity piqued, Sabrina scanned the room, pondering if Tyrone had departed.

Just then, the rhythmic sound of chopping emanated from the kitchen. Oh, he hadn’t left.

Her pajamas lay strewn across the sofa. She approached and picked them up. But as she turned around, she abruptly halted.

A conspicuous damp spot marked the sofa.

That precise location…

crimson blush graced

she circumvented the

that she couldn’t

not been present last night. Indeed, Tyrone would

oblivious, though he was well- informed of

said Tyrone as he emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate which he

you

about-face, casting an accusatory glare in his direction and then retreated to the

her departing figure to the pillow resting on the sofa, a

sensible, perhaps

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