After parking the car, Sabrina witnessed Evelyn falling into Tyrone's arms. She quietly sat and watched the drama unfold. At that moment, calling him was the last thing on her mind.

"I was just helping her steady herself," Tyrone explained quickly.

Evelyn had not crossed the line in the beginning. But her intentions became quite evident in the end.

Just moments ago, he saw Evelyn's feeble attempt to hug him reflected in the elevator wall.

Tyrone was skeptical about Evelyn's claim of spraining her ankle.

Sabrina's assessment was spot on. She correctly pointed out that Evelyn had feelings for him.

"Why didn't you take her to the hospital? You should have taken her there and then back to her home. Who knows, there might have been something in it for you," she said, with a hint of jealousy.

Tyrone glanced at Sabrina and rolled down the car window to feel the breeze on his skin. "Well, it looks like someone will be reaping the benefits tonight."

“What?”

"You'll find out when we get home."

While Sabrina was showering, Tyrone entered the room wearing only a bathrobe. His face was flushed, his voice was husky, and his breath was heavy.

At that moment, Sabrina finally understood what he had meant.

Before Tyrone got in the car, he sensed that something was off with his body.

And by the time he got home, he felt hot all over. Even his throat was dry.

He quickly realized that he had been drugged with an aphrodisiac.

Tyrone never expected that Evelyn would resort to drugging him. The conflicting emotions of anger and strange, unsettling happiness washed over him.

Since Sabrina continued to resist him, this situation could prove to be a blessing in disguise.

It presented a perfect opportunity to bridge the gap and improve their relationship.

Sabrina retreated to the corner and suggested, "Why don't you take a cold shower? You tried it last time, and it seemed to work."

"It's winter. I might catch a cold if I take a cold shower."