"Sure." Sabrina was uncomfortable sharing a room with others.

Tyrone left the room.

The older woman's daughter-in-law couldn't resist a little gossip. "So, is he your former husband or a new boyfriend?"

“Ex—husband."

"He seems quite attentive to you. Why the split then?"

"Attentive? He spent every day by his mistress's side, caring for her while she was unwell."

"Really? You can't tell from his face. He looks so decent, who knew he'd turn out to be a pig."

A laugh escaped Sabrina's Lips.

Tyrone indeed had a misleadingly charming face. She mused that perhaps she had fallen for him partly because of his good Looks.

Before long, Tyrone returned, helping Sabrina out of her bed and moving her to the private room. “Any other injuries apart from your head?"

Sabrina shook her head. "None."

"Rest well in the coming days. Don't worry about the company."

"I've had to visit the hospital quite frequently lately. I am really unlucky lately."

"Once you're better, you could go pray at the church. I hear it can help."

"You believe in that?"

"Didn't you mention you felt unlucky?”

"Okay. I'll consider it."

"Be cautious." Tyrone opened the door to the new room, guiding Sabrina in and helping her settle on the bed. "Feeling hungry? What would you like?"

A phone conversation from that morning flitted across Sabrina's mind

She found herself blurting, "I want you to cook for me."

The private room had a small kitchenette.

Before Tyrone could respond, Sabrina smirked, saying, "Sorry, I forgot that you can't cook."

She must really be disoriented to make such a request.

Tyrone inquired, "What do you want to eat?"

“What can you cook?"