"Did you venture downstairs and extend forgiveness to Tyrone just now?"

Bettie arched an inquisitive brow, her gaze laden with significance.

"Let me check if Tyrone is still out there."

Bettie strolled toward the window and peered below.

However, her view yielded nothing of note.

"No, my pants got wet while I was cleaning the mop." Sabrina quickly fabricated an excuse.

"How could I possibly forgive him?"

Bettie offered a sly smile.

"Who's to say? Let's not forget you have a soft spot for..."

Sabrina interjected without hesitation, "Aren't you going to fetch some water? You can get some in the kitchen."

"Alright," Bettie concurred. With that, she spun around and headed to the kitchen to collect water.

Seizing the opportunity, Sabrina promptly retreated to her room, securing the door behind her.

Sabrina, relieved, gently leaned against the door, exhaling with a sense of tranquility. Upon opening her eyes, she found Tyrone standing prominently in the center of the room, his disheveled hair and his bare form catching her attention.

A bath towel modestly concealed his Lower abdominal muscles, which happened to be a familiar shade of pink belonging to Sabrina herself.

Tyrone was on the cusp of his thirtieth year, yet his countenance remained remarkably timeless. The hands of time had left no mark upon him. His visage radiated youth and strength.

A blush graced Sabrina's cheeks as she averted her gaze swiftly.

“Why are you just standing there? It's time for a shower," she implored.

Tyrone's eyes sparkled with a playful glint.

“Alright. By the way, didn't you mention she was still asleep?"

"She's awake now," Sabrina replied, her gaze fixated on him, frowning at his curiosity.