Sabrina just stared, lost for words.

It was as if he hadn’t even registered her earlier questions.

“Why did you do that to me? And where are my clothes?” Her gaze was icy as it fixed on him.

However, Tyrone kept avoiding her questions. “Karen prepared breakfast.

I’ll get it for you. You were running a temperature last night. How do you feel now? Do you feel uncomfortable?”

“I need my clothes. I’d like to head downstairs and eat on my own.”

Your meal’s coming

that, he began

was almost out

out of the bed and

one garment

eyes widened

door only to

room revealed no gadgets or

onto the bed, pounding

on her; Tyrone

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