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With a resigned smile, Blayze gingerly placed the glass down, withdrew his phone and
contacted his secretary, tasking her with the acquisition of a women’s down jacket.
After a brisk shower, Blayze donned fresh attire and thoughtfully penned a note for
Sabrina before stepping out.
It wasn’t until the afternoon that Sabrina stirred from her slumber.
She groggily opened her eyes and found herself ensconced within the confines of the hotel
room, Despite the throbbing ache in her head, she immediately sat up and conducted a
hasty inventory of her attire.
To her immense relief, her clothing remained intact, save for the down jacket she had
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbeen draped in.
Thankfully. With a sigh of relief, she reclined once more and shut her eyes.
Her recollections resurfaced. The bar, the unsettling encounter with those three men, and
then… Tyrone seemed to show up later.
“How long do you intend to slumber?” A voice, distinctly not Tyrone’s, suddenly sounded
from her vicinity.
Sabrina’s eyes fluttered open and to her astonishment, she beheld the man before her,
“Blayze? What… What are you doing here?”
“This is my hotel room,” Blayze replied through tightly clenched teeth.
Blayze reclined gracefully upon the plush sofa, a sleek laptop stationed before him, his
mind engrossed in labor.
Startled, Sabrina roused herself, her gaze sweeping the room in astonishment.
The room bore conspicuous traces of habitation, distinct from the aura of a freshly
occupied space.
With a curiosity that danced in her voice, she inquired, “Why an I here?
Blayze found himself momentarily at a loss for words, finally responding, “What is your
surmise?”
Following a contemplative pause, Sabrina ventured, “Did you retrieve me from the bar?”
It was not Tyrone but Blayze, who had come to her aid on that occasion. She had drunk a
fair amount. Had she erred in her judgnent?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBlayze arched an eyebrow, offering no denial.
“Blayze, I extend my heartfelt gratitude for your assistance.”
Sabrina, her countenance tinged with bashfulness, tentatively inquired, “In my inebriation,
did I utter anything that may have offended you?”
Such as calling Blayze Tyrone?
Though the case of mistaken identity held no grave consequence, it remained
discourteous to the unrecognized, especially one such as Blayze.
“No, not in the slightest,” Blayze responded, his smile reassurance itself. Sabrina breathed
a sigh of relief, murmuring, “That is a relief.”
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