In that instant, the memories of the previous night flooded back to Sabrina. Her countenance oscillated between shades of crimson and pallor as she struggled to sit up, ultimately turning to face Tyrone beside her. She delivered a potent punch and declared, “You bastard, get out of my sight!"

Tyrone endured her blows, his gaze directed downward.

Following his line of sight, Sabrina looked down and hastily drew the quilt up to shield her chest. Her ears flamed with embarrassment, and she clenched her teeth.

"Bastard!"

"I recall you found pleasure in it last night..." “Nonsense! You forced me!" Sabrina immediately refuted.