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

not suffice as a cover, she circumvented the sofa, meticulously adjusting

was afraid that she couldn’t keep

fortunate that Bettie had not been present last night. Indeed, Tyrone would not have dared to act so audaciously

though he was well-

he emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate

you

executed a graceful about-face, casting an accusatory glare in his direction and

descended from her departing figure to the pillow resting on the sofa,

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