Tyrone ended the call.

It was clear to Sabrina that Tyrone was referring to Galilea.

Tyrone turned around and spotted Sabrina descending the stairs with clothes in her hands. He instructed, "Take them to the room and let Karen handle them."

"No worries." Sabrina sent the dirty clothes off to the Laundry room located on the ground floor.

Karen had procured the ingredients for making pasta.

"I'LL cook." Tyrone took them over.

Perceiving Tyrone's initiative to cook, likely to impress Sabrina, Karen said nothing and passed the ingredients to him.

Soon after, Tyrone disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared sporting an apron.

Sitting on the sofa, Sabrina found herself stealing extra glances at him.

Upon returning home, he removed his coat, revealing a gray shirt underneath with two buttons undone, giving him a slightly casual appearance. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms, while he retained his suit pants.

Dressed in the attire of a professional, but donning an apron, he looked somewhat adorable.

Catching her glance, Tyrone asked, "What's the matter?"

Shaking her head, Sabrina replied, "Nothing."

With that, Tyrone retreated back to the kitchen.

A short while later, Tyrone emerged from the kitchen, balancing two plates of perfectly plated spaghetti, garnished with a side of vegetable salad, macaroni, and shrimp, all looking remarkably appetizing.

Taking her place across the table from Tyrone, Sabrina prepared to dine.

"Care to taste it?" Tyrone put his apron aside.

Casting a glance his way, Sabrina selected a shrimp and savored its delicious taste.

Positioned opposite her, Tyrone confessed, "I haven't been in the kitchen in quite a while."

"Do you not usually cook for Galilea?" Sabrina questioned him, her eyebrows arched.