Sabrina provided the details. Not much later, Karen arrived, taking out all the items she had brought with her and neatly arranging them once she confirmed Sabrina's wellbeing.

"Mrs. Blakely, have you eaten yet? Shall I fetch you something?"

"No need. Tyrone is on it."

"It's almost eight now. Did he mention whether he'd be staying overnight or returning home?"

"Nope."

“We can ask him during dinner."

Just then, Tyrone returned.

Karen approached Tyrone to lend a hand with the shopping bags he was carrying. Initially, she had assumed he had purchased fast food.

However, upon opening the bags, she discovered that they contained a variety of food ingredients neatly packed in plastic bags.

In addition, there were also various cooking utensils, including knives, bowls, and a selection of seasonings.

"Sir, why did you buy these?”

"Sabrina requested a meal prepared by me."

Tyrone began unwrapping the seasonings, knife in hand. “Sir, I insist. Let me handle this. You can rest and chat with Mrs. Blakely.

“I can cook."

“But. Okay." Karen cleared a workspace for him.

Deftly, Tyrone chopped up the ingredients, and in no time, a salad was prepared.

Presenting the bowl to Sabrina, he announced, "It's finished. Give it a taste."

Taking the bowl, Karen offered, "Allow me to assist you, Mrs. Blakely."

She was pleasantly surprised that Tyrone had a knack for salad-making.

He must possess some culinary talent.

"T can manage. Just set it down and hand me a spoon."

Sabrina tried to take a bite.

"How does it taste?" Tyrone's gaze was hopeful, a longing he wasn't fully aware of.

"Yes, it's delicious." Sabrina gave Tyrone a smile, but her blurred vision obscured the delight reflected in his eyes.

"I'm pleased you enjoy it."