Before long, Tyrone returned, helping Sabrina out of her bed and moving her to the private room. Any other injuries apart from your head?
Sabrina shook her head. None.
Rest well in the coming days. Dont worry about the company.
Ive had to visit the hospital quite frequently lately. I am really unlucky lately.
Once youre better, you could go pray at the church. I hear it can help.
You believe in that?
Didnt you mention you felt unlucky?
Okay. Ill consider it.
Be cautious. Tyrone opened the door to the new room, guiding Sabrina in and helping her settle on the bed. Feeling hungry? What would you like?
A phone conversation from that morning flitted across Sabrinas mind
She found herself blurting, I want you to cook for me.
The private room had a small kitchenette.
Before Tyrone could respond, Sabrina smirked, saying, Sorry, I forgot that you cant cook. Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join Stay Updated For All Books Updates
She must really be disoriented to make such a request.
Tyrone inquired, What do you want to eat?
What can you cook?
I can cook everything.
Well, in that case, I want a salad with corn, ham sausage, and lettuce.
Sure thing. Let me get some ingredients. Tyrone then placed his cell phone on the table. This is my phone. If Karen calls, let her know the room number.
Understood.
Sabrinas gaze fell on him, a distant, unfocused stare.
This was unexpected, Tyrones consent.
Could this imply she held a spot in his affections?
This thought, once formed, was quickly dismissed by her.