Tyrone remained still. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"IT will not!" Sabrina declared, shaking her head.

"You have injuries on your back. How will you apply the medicine?"

"I'll ask Bettie." Sabrina stared at Tyrone, ensuring he didn't overstep his bounds.

"You may enter now. I'll leave once you're inside." Tyrone, left with no choice, handed the ointment to Sabrina.

She looked at him cautiously, accepting it. "Really?"

"Yes."

Sabrina used her room card, and with a beep, the door opened.

As she turned to say something to Tyrone, she felt a force from behind her.

Bang! The door closed.

Regaining her senses, Sabrina found herself pinned against the door by Tyrone.

"Tyrone! You deceived me again!" she yelled angrily.

She swore that if she trusted Tyrone once more, she'd be a fool.

A triumphant smile flashed across Tyrone's eyes. Raising a finger to his lips, he whispered, "Shush."

Sabrina was about to say something, but Bettie's voice came from outside. "Sabrina, are you back? How's your wound?"

Silenced, Sabrina stared at Tyrone.

For a moment, she heard Bettie murmur, “What's wrong? Did I hear it wrong?"

When Bettie retreated to her room, Sabrina shoved Tyrone, exclaiming "Get out!"

Unperturbed, Tyrone took the ointment and sat on the sofa. "I'LL apply the medicine for you. After that, I'll leave."

Sabrina was left speechless.