Understanding Tyrone's actions, Sabrina blushed and dared not make a move.

The following morning, Sabrina stared at Tyrone with dark circles under her eyes.

With calm composure, Tyrone inquired, “Is something amiss?"

"Nothing," she muttered through clenched teeth.

Sabrina gracefully rose from her slumber, embarked on her morning routine and, with a gentle voice, she addressed Tyrone, "Stay here.

Once Bettie departs for work, I shall arrange for some clothes to be delivered to you."

“Okay." Tyrone, nestled on the bed, bore a faint flush upon his countenance and his voice was tinged with a slight hoarseness.

Sabrina furrowed her brow slightly, casting a discerning gaze upon Tyrone.

“Do... Do you have a fever?"

Tyrone raised his hand to gauge his own forehead's warmth. After a brief pause, he admitted, "Possibly."

Sabrina found herself momentarily struck speechless.

Temporarily exiting the room, she reappeared bearing a cup of lukewarm water and a container of fever-reducing medication. Placing them on the nightstand, she said, “Have a sip of water. Then, ask your secretary to fetch your breakfast when your garments arrive.

Then, take this medicine after breakfast."

"Okay." Touched by the warmth in her voice, Tyrone felt a kindness he hadn't experienced for quite some time.

“I appreciate your concerns."

She had uttered similar words to him during their marriage.

But a substantial duration had passed since he'd last heard them.

He observed Sabrina reclining on the bed and sincerely remarked, “Sabrina, you are so kind to me."

Sabrina responded with a frosty gaze, then spun on her heel and made her way to the bathroom.

After freshening up, she journeyed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.