Sabrina looked over at Tyrone, who was seated at the wheel, and said, "I've left the airport. Go back to the hotel and wait for me."

A moment later, Bettie texted, "Sabrina, I thought I saw Tyrone just now!"

Sabrina's heart fluttered. She glanced at Tyrone guiltily, as if caught in a lie. "I believe you must be mistaken. How could he be here?”

After hitting send, Sabrina's eyes stayed fixed on the screen, her nerves on edge.

"Perhaps I was wrong. Let's drop this. The bus is arriving soon. I'LL wait for you at the hotel."

"Okay," Sabrina replied before taking a deep breath to calm herself.

A mild concussion was the diagnosis, and Sabrina would recover with a few days of rest.

Additionally, she had many bruises, for which the doctor prescribed a ointment.

As Tyrone handed her the ointment, he said, "Come on. I'll drive you back to the hotel.”

Sabrina glanced at the ointment but said nothing, and Tyrone, feigning indifference, pocketed it.

"Give me the ointment. I can go back on my own."

Tyrone glared at her, his expression unkind. "So you don't need me anymore, and you're dismissing me?"

Sabrina avoided his gaze, feigning confidence. “I've been examined. It's nothing serious. I can return to the hotel alone. If you drive me back, Bettie will see us."

"So what? We can't be seen together?"

“It's you who mustn't be seen.”

Tyrone smiled. "Well, let's rephrase that. I wish to return to the hotel and give you a ride. Is that acceptable?"

Sabrina was at a loss for words.

How could she not realize that Tyrone, having followed her, would surely stay at the same hotel?

Once at the hotel, Sabrina, standing at her room's door, told Tyrone.

“I'm here. You can go now."