Having returned the mop to its place, Sabrina was in the midst of making her way back to her room.

Out of the blue, Bettie remarked, “Sabrina, why are your pants damp?”

Sabrina cast her gaze downward and realized her trousers had been splattered by the rain.

“Did you venture downstairs and extend forgiveness to Tyrone just now?”

Bettie arched an inquisitive brow, her gaze laden with significance.

“Let me check if Tyrone is still out there.”

toward the window and peered

her view yielded nothing

was cleaning the mop.”

could I possibly forgive

offered a

to say? Let’s not forget you have a

fetch

she spun around and headed to the kitchen to

retreated to her room, securing

the door, exhaling with a sense of tranquility. Upon opening her eyes, she found Tyrone standing prominently in the center of the room, his disheveled hair

modestly concealed his Lower abdominal muscles, which happened to be a familiar shade of pink belonging to

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