Every time she'd shop for cold medicine at a pharmacy, it was rare to find one that would actually dispense prescription medication.

The medicine in those small packets on the table wasn't from a generic box, but specifically prescribed by Tyrone after he sought out a doctor.

Settling onto the couch, Sabrina opened a packet, took her glass, and took a sip. The water was just right as if he'd taken care to chill it beforehand.

Memories of her grandfather or maybe just her vulnerability in sickness brought a rush of emotions. She felt her nose twitch, and tears threatened her eyes.

She opened her eyes wide and looked up at Tyrone as if nothing had happened, saying, "Shouldn't you be getting your treatment at the hospital?"

"I'm on my way soon."

“By the way, can I have my phone?”

“Stay home and rest. You don't need it.”

“Asshole,” Sabrina cursed in a low voice.

She had let herself be touched by his gestures, all for nothing.


“What was that?" Tyrone swiveled around, fixing his gaze on Sabrina.

Sabrina responded with unwavering determination, "I said nothing. You heard wrong. Hand over my phone!"

Her gaze was unwavering as it met Tyrone’s.

Her phone held countless secrets she couldn't risk Tyrone discovering.

If he fiddled with it and messaged Trevor, all her hard work would crumble.

Moreover, Sabrina worried that if Tyrone glimpsed her conversation with Darren, he'd figure out her motives behind getting close to Trevor.

Realizing she didn't truly have feelings for Trevor, he'd never leave her alone.

“Why is that phone so important to you?"

Sabrina's frustration flared once more. Meeting Tyrone's gaze, she took a deep breath and said begrudgingly, "I can't leave the house anyway There's no point in having my phone now."