Tyrone lifted his gaze, swallowing audibly.

Fresh from her recent shower, Sabrina’s eyes glistened with moisture, her skin adorned with a rosy hue.

Sabrina frowned. What an extraordinary coincidence.

With a wary expression, Sabrina regarded Tyrone and issued a direct demand.

“Hand over your phone.”

Raising an eyebrow, Tyrone retrieved his phone from his coat in the hamper and passed it to Sabrina.

She made an effort to turn on the phone but it remained stubbornly unresponsive.

seemed to

it really

what should you do?” Sabrina inquired, her brows knit in concern as she

moment before suggesting, “Would it be possible for me to spend the night in the guest room,

was

such an arrangement was

vividly picture the disappointment

he halted his words before they

appeared that the sole viable option remaining was

irksome headache, extracted a duvet from the cabinet and set up

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