Previously, any mention of him being with Galilea would sadden her, but now she found amusement in it.

The villa had a housekeeper who assisted in arranging their belongings.

Sabrina, while surveying the villa, noticed Tyrone on the other side, seated in an armchair, meticulously peeling an apple.

Tyrone offered her the perfectly peeled apple. "Try this."

She took a bite. "Delicious."

"If you like it, have more," Tyrone suggested.

"You should try some too." Sabrina handed back the apple and returned to assist the housekeeper.

The house was cleaned regularly, ensuring that the bedroom was tidy.

The clean bed sheets were ready to use, and Sabrina placed her suitcase in the wardrobe.

They hadn't brought much with them. Shortly after, the secretary arrived with some essential items.

Once they'd settled in, the housekeeper prepared lunch.

Frankly, the meal left a lot to be desired.

They couldn't rely on dining out every day, so Sabrina decided she would handle cooking duties.

The journey from Mathias to New York had taken several hours, even in first class. Long flights were always a discomfort.

After lunch, they decided to take a leisurely stroll. They greeted a few passersby along the way.

The neighborhood was vibrant, with supermarkets at every turn.

During their walk, Tyrone was called away to the local branch office.

Sabrina returned to the master bedroom for a nap. By the time she woke, it was already evening.

Turning on her phone, she found a message from Tyrone. "Are you awake?

Let me know when you're up. I'll arrange for someone to pick you up for dinner."