"I've been watching you. How did you know I was staying in this room?"

Sabrina hadn't anticipated Damon's straightforward admission. She replied, "I saw you enter this morning.”

Seeing the message, Damon smiled and quickly glanced at Tyrone. Then he replied, "Thank you for your concern. I wasn't feeling great. I retired early and heard the commotion outside. So I decided to check it out."

Damon was staying in Room 208, and he did go to Tyrone's room this morning.

While typing, Damon said, "She's quite perceptive."

Tyrone had enough. He snatched the phone from Damon and scanned the screen to find another message from Sabrina. It read, "When you're rested, come and join us."

Sabrina sought to understand Damon's intentions.

Tyrone's expression grew darker as he responded, "No. My friend isn't comfortable hanging out with strangers.”

"It's a pity you came here with your friend, and you can't leave him behind. Someday, when the opportunity arises, we can hang out together."

Tyrone's expression soured further, and he quickly typed, “I have a girlfriend."

But after a moment's consideration, he deleted his initial response and wrote a new one. “I'm sorry, but I prefer not to hang out with women either."

He sent the message.

Damon noticed Tyrone growing increasingly agitated by Sabrina's replies, but he didn't intervene as Tyrone continued to text her.

Instead, Damon smiled and remarked, “Looks like she's fond of me, huh?"

Tyrone's grip on the phone tightened as he struggled to contain his anger. Beads of sweat formed on his upper lip as he said in a low growl, "You will return tomorrow, and I will stay here alone."

Damon raised an eyebrow. "So you won't be needing my company? Then I*LL join Sabrina. You don't have to pay me for the trip, and you don't need to interfere with my plans."

Tyrone pulled a long face.

Reading the message, Sabrina felt confused.

When she initially invited Damon, he appeared interested.

Furthermore, his words did not match his usual style. He was not typically so uptight.