“Eww. so"

It was too late for Blayze to act. Sabrina had expelled the contents of her stomach in a torrent.

Her attire, the pristine bed linens and even Blayze's own clothing bore the unsightly marks of her distress.

A pervasive odor of sourness hung in the air.

Without a word, Blayze promptly shed his coat and sweater, flinging them a considerable distance away.

But by the time he glanced back at Sabrina, she had already succumbed to slumber once more.

Blayze stood there in silent contemplation, then took a step forward, suppressing his distaste. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and expediently removed Sabrina's jacket, tossing it to the corner of the room. Without further ado, he transported Sabrina to his own quarters.

Fetching a glass of water, he encouraged Sabrina to rinse her mouth, Sabrina complied perfunctorily before surrendering to sleep once more.

With a resigned smile, Blayze gingerly placed the glass down, withdrew his phone and contacted his secretary, tasking her with the acquisition of a women's down jacket.

After a brisk shower, Blayze donned fresh attire and thoughtfully penned a note for Sabrina before stepping out.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Sabrina stirred from her slumber.

She groggily opened her eyes and found herself ensconced within the confines of the hotel room, Despite the throbbing ache in her head, she immediately sat up and conducted a hasty inventory of her attire.

To her immense relief, her clothing remained intact, save for the down jacket she had been draped in.

Thankfully. With a sigh of relief, she reclined once more and shut her eyes.

Her recollections resurfaced. The bar, the unsettling encounter with those three men, and then... Tyrone seemed to show up later.

“How long do you intend to slumber?" A voice, distinctly not Tyrone's, suddenly sounded from her vicinity.

Sabrina's eyes fluttered open and to her astonishment, she beheld the man before her, “Blayze? What... What are you doing here?"

“This is my hotel room," Blayze replied through tightly clenched teeth.

Blayze reclined gracefully upon the plush sofa, a sleek laptop stationed before him, his mind engrossed in labor.

Startled, Sabrina roused herself, her gaze sweeping the room in astonishment.