“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?”

in apprehending Hobson and his aid at the bar, it seemed only fitting for Sabrina to extend an invitation to

his gaze to meet

“Sounds great.”

I arranged for the acquisition of that new down jacket for you. What

an impeccable sense of

was actually my secretary who

was misdirected. Speechless, Sabrina stood there,

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

it over her form and

certainly

rendered wordless by her response. Subsequently, Sabrina shed the down jacket, ventured into the bathroom and attended to her face, dabbing away makeup with a

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