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.

Tyrone simply chuckled, opting not to engage in further debate.

“Very well, I forced you."

His smile, however, only served to kindle Sabrina's ire. She uttered in a frosty tone, "Leave!"

With a leisurely motion, Tyrone retracted the quilt and exited the bed. The instant Sabrina laid eyes on his form, she averted her gaze.

The door creaked open and then closed.

Sabrina turned her head and watched as Tyrone made his exit. She began to scream into the quilt rolling around in her fury.

Mulling over the events of the previous night, she wished fervently for a place to hide, consumed by a profound sense of embarrassment.

Oh dear... The humiliation!

How could she have found herself so easily enchanted by him! Oh, goodness! Tyrone was the embodiment of seduction.

As she stepped into the shower, her eyes fell upon the marks adorning the inner side of her thigh, intensifying her sense of shame.

Ah! The melancholy from yesterday morning still clung to her. Why had everything shifted overnight?

It was Tyrone who had orchestrated this transformation! Sabrina made every effort to cleanse her mind of these thoughts.

After tidying herself up, she exited the room gracefully, as though nothing untoward had occurred.

The living room was vacant, devoid of any presence.

Curiosity piqued, Sabrina scanned the room, pondering if Tyrone had departed.