"I'll have a doctor summoned."

"Of course."

As they journeyed back, Sabrina occasionally stole glances at Tyrone through the rearview mirror.

He shut his eyes and leaned against the seat, his forehead creased with a deep frown.

“Tyrone, are you feeling all right?" she inquired.

“No, could you please pull over? Since we're in the car..." he began, a hint of jest in his tone.

Observing that he was still in the mood to joke, Sabrina shot him a pointed glare and accelerated.

Tyrone proceeded to dial Lynch, relaying his condition over the phone.

With a tinge of helplessness, Lynch responded, “Tyrone, is this your first encounter with such a situation? I'll be blunt. There's no antidote for this kind of medication. You'll have to endure it. Once the effects wear off, it'll naturally pass."

"Is that so?"

"Indeed."

Inexplicably, Lynch sensed a peculiar mirth in Tyrone's voice.

Tyrone slowly lowered his phone from his ear.

Sabrina glanced at the rearview mirror and suddenly found herself locking eyes with Tyrone.

His eyes were flickering with the flames of lust.

Sabrina's heart skipped a beat. She swallowed hard and inquired, “Lynch should be arriving soon, correct?"

"He mentioned there's no antidote and I need to find a way to alleviate it."

Sabrina paused for a moment, not daring to see him in the eyes.

"Oh... How could this have happened? Perhaps you should visit the restroom?"

"Sabrina..."