It was clearly an excuse.
Sabrina, come clean. Why?
Im not lying. I need to sleep.
Sabrina held her phone, waiting for a reply from Tyrone, which didnt come.
Putting her phone aside, she settled down on her bed, intending to drift off to sleep.
Suddenly, the sound of knocking broke the silence, sending chills down Sabrinas spine.
A gut feeling told her it was Tyrone at the door.
Gerdas bed was closer to the door. She climbed out of bed, slipped her feet into slippers and moved behind the door, querying, Whos there?
Tyrone Blakely. A deep voice came from the other side. I need to have a word with Sabrina.
Alright, Gerda instantly replied. Sabrina, Mr. Blakely is here to see you.
Sabrina had no choice but to rise from her bed, put on her slippers, step out of the room, and close the door behind her.
She faced Tyrone. Why the visit? How may I assist you?
What do you think? Tyrone retorted, eyeing her intently.
As Sabrina was about to respond, Tyrone cut her off, Spare me the pretenses. Whats up? Are you upset?
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No particular reason. Stop prying.
Did you watch Galileas show?
Sabrina maintained her silence.
Jealous, are you?
Absolutely not. Quit making assumptions. Why would I be jealous? Im not interested in you, Sabrina denied outright.
Tyrones expression changed. Sabrina, do you want to break your promise to Grandpa now?
Sabrina said softly, No
Taking her hand in his, Tyrone proposed, Planning to sulk in solitude then? I wish youd share your feelings with me. Dont run away from me.
Open conversation is key to resolving issues. Or else, the rift between us will only widen. One last time, is it because you saw Galileas show and learned that I taught her German and shared stories with her?
No. Sabrina bit her lip and negated.