Moments earlier, she had refrained from ascending the staircase, choosing to Linger in the hallway, merely to ascertain whether he would take his leave.

As expected, he remained, unwavering in his resolve to stay.

If she were to ascend directly, would he continue his vigil here throughout the night?

Sabrina speculated that if Tyrone wanted her to get soft-hearted, he had certainly achieved his objective.

Tyrone stood there, momentarily stupefied.

Having advanced a couple of paces, Sabrina suddenly halted, turned on her heel, and locked her gaze onto him.

"Aren't you coming up?" she inquired.

Following this query, she did not deign to look at him further and proceeded toward the apartment building.

Tyrone responded with a warm smile, tailing her.

Sabrina took the lead as they entered the elevator. She cast a discreet, silent eye-roll in Tyrone's direction.

Within the confines of the elevator, rivulets of water cascaded from his soaked attire, forming small puddles on the floor.

“Sabrina, you're willing to forgive me, right?" Tyrone ventured.

Sabrina offered no immediate response. Her brow furrowed as she stated, “Bettie has retired for the night. Once you enter, you can proceed directly to my room. Please refrain from lingering in the living room, alright?"

“Understood,” Tyrone replied, a sense of contentment welling up within him at the prospect of gaining entry to her home.

It had been no small feat to earn this privilege.

The elevator jolted to a halt. Sabrina reached the door, inputted the security code, and slipped into her slippers.

Tyrone found amusement in her stealthy actions.

Sabrina glanced at Tyrone, signaling for silence with a finger to her lips. She quietly turned the doorknob and shook her head at him.

Tyrone entered her home with utmost discretion, making a beeline for her room.

Sabrina gently closed the door.