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…

blush graced

pillow might not suffice as a cover, she circumvented the sofa, meticulously adjusting its placement. Only when she was certain that nothing was exposed did

she was afraid that

Tyrone would not have dared to act so audaciously had Bettie been in

had appeared oblivious, though he was well- informed of Bettie’s whereabouts.

emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate which he placed

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graceful about-face, casting an accusatory glare in his

her departing figure to the pillow resting on the sofa, a subtle smile dancing in his

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