Seeing that Sabrina was still cowering under the blanket like an ostrich and refused to come out, the man fished her out from the blanket, then surveyed her from top to bottom with his eyes, and then said, “Don’t get out of bed today. Rest well. The maid will bring you your meals.”

Sabrina did not say anything.

“Do you hear me?” the man said again to her in a cold tone.

The tone was as if it was an order.

An order that does not allow her to refute.

“I... heard it.” She was at his mercy a