A pause hung in the air as she decided against voicing more information.

Tyrone's interest piqued, he inquired further, "And?"

“Well, she requested to be referred to as Miss Chavez in front of this friend."

A wrinkle of perplexity formed on Tyrone's forehead. "Is this friend a male?"

"Yes, sir."

Connecting the dots, Tyrone's intuition told him the visitor was the man Sabrina had feelings for.

Sabrina pretending to be unmarried implied a deep affection for this man, perhaps due to fear that he would be turned off by her past marital history.

Wetting his throat with a gulp of water, Tyrone sought more information. "Is he handsome?"

"Yes. He appears to be a celebrity."

The housekeeper, not a frequent television viewer, recognized Bradley's face, but his name escaped her.

A celebrity?

Tyrone's memory raced back to a masked and hat-donned man he had once seen at a studio's entrance.

He concluded this was the man Sabrina had taken a Liking to.

Finishing his water, Tyrone ascended the stairs, leaving the empty glass behind.

Sabrina, having just awoken from her nap, lay sprawled in the bed, mind adrift.

The echo of footsteps outside snapped her back into reality. Her eyes met Tyrone as he pushed open the door.

Yesterday, Sabrina would have been delighted by Tyrone's return.

Now, she had waited far too long. Her only reaction to his arrival was relief.

His return at this moment was likely in preparation for tomorrow's impending divorce.

It seemed that he couldn't wait anymore.

“Are you awake?" Tyrone asked, perching himself at the foot of the bed.

"Yes," Sabrina replied, propping herself up. She had planned to ask about his previous nights' absences, but before she could utter a word, she noticed the disarray of his clothing, the crumpled shirt, and a lipstick stain on his collar.

As she neared him, she detected a familiar feminine fragrance.

She recognized the familiar scent of Galilea's perfume.

Sabrina's mind went blank, her thoughts momentarily scattered and her focus disrupted.