Effortlessly, Tyrone hoisted her up and started squatting.

She clung onto his neck, too nervous to move.

Before long, twenty squats were completed.

His exhales weren't chaotic, merely somewhat intense, the warm air cascading onto her face.

Cason could only chuckle in surrender. "Mr. Blakely, you're making this way too easy!"

"Let's keep going!"

They continued playing the game until four o'clock in the afternoon.

The employees, a mix of fatigue and joy, dispersed to enjoy some well-earned rest.

As Sabrina went to her hotel room with Gerda, her phone buzzed with a message from Tyrone. "How about a dip in the hot spring in my room?"

Sabrina was all too aware of his intentions, answering quickly, "No, I need to rest."

“Are you certain you don't want to join? There's only a day left. Would you rather go to the springs with someone else?"

After a lengthy deliberation, Sabrina finally responded, "I'll visit the hot spring tonight."

"There's leftover food at the bottom of the spring. The hotel manager says eating in the hot spring is off limits."

Tyrone was concerned she might leave right after dinner.

"Alright, I'LL go after eating."

Sabrina reclined against her headboard, idly swiping through her phone.

A hot topic caught her attention. "Galilea speaks German."

Intrigued, she clicked in.

After her return, Galilea had appeared on a variety show that had aired that day.

The trending topic showcased a clip where Galilea admitted her German proficiency.