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.

to

really a

do?” Sabrina inquired, her brows knit in concern as

before suggesting, “Would it be possible for me to spend the

Sabrina’s refusal was

of Bettie discovering such an arrangement

could vividly picture the disappointment that would

but he halted

sole viable option remaining was to share a

a

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