After knocking her unconscious and placing her on his bed, he stopped short of crossing further boundaries. Perhaps he feared her resentment upon waking.

Rubbing his head in exasperation, Tyrone conceded, “Alright, Sabrina, you win this round. Eat up, and once your cold's gone, you can leave.”

“why wait for my cold to pass? Why not free me today?" Sabrina pressed.

“Because I worry you'll relapse into a fever. Stay here, let Karen look after you. Hard to believe someone can be so unappreciative to kindness."

Sabrina was speechless.