Seeing that Jennie was playing dumb, Tyrone chuckled and appeared angry.

“No gift for you now."

“Oh no!" Jennie pouted, wrapping her arms around Tyrone's neck and kissing his cheek.

"Tyrone, you're the best."

“Then why did you urge me to take you to see Sabrina if I am the best?"

Jennie smiled sheepishly.

Tyrone suddenly remembered the way Sabrina was last night. They shared the same expression of guilt.

Suddenly, Tyrone didn't want to question Jennie anymore. He decided to let her be. Who knew what Jennie thought about in her little head all day long?

Tyrone brought an exquisite and delicate music box out for Jennie.

Jennie's eyes lit up when she saw it. Jennie cherished it so much that she cradled it carefully in her arms and played with it in the living room for a considerable time. However, after a while, she looked up and sighed.

“Why hasn't Sabrina woken up yet?"

At noon, Sabrina finally awoke to find herself in an unfamiliar room.

Suddenly, the memories of yesterday flooded her mind. She went to see Rita. In the middle of her meeting, Tyrone appeared and took her away. She remembered sensing that something was wrong with her.

Fragmented scenes of the intimacy between her and Tyrone flashed before her eyes, causing her cheeks to flush. She closed her eyes, and her long lashes trembled slightly.

She sensed her nakedness under the quilt.

"Ty..."

As Sabrina attempted to call out, a sharp sting in her throat caught her off guard, causing her eyes to well up with tears.

She found herself unable to speak at all.

Sitting in bed, Sabrina held the quilt against her chest and surveyed the room. Spotting a glass of water on the bedside table, she chugged down mouthfuls, though the water hardly soothed her sore throat.

“Ty... Tyrone? Tyrone?" Sabrina endured the pain and called out.