Different scenes demanded different photographic techniques, and as they strolled, Blayze shared his personal preferences. Sabrina Listened attentively, while Aylin chimed in with her insights.

Bettie, perplexed by the intricacies of photography, embarked on her own photo-taking venture, willingly stepping into the role of their model.

Tyrone regarded Sabrina with a smoldering undercurrent of resentment before he gallantly escorted Jennie to savor the picturesque surroundings.

Among the bustling array of stalls, vendors peddled local delicacies and keepsakes. A particular stall captured Jennie’s curiosity.

“Tyrone, I want this," Jennie proclaimed, standing before a vendor's display, her tongue Lightly grazing her lips.

Tyrone inspected the brand and promptly procured ten delectable treats.

Jennie, being young and possessing a modest appetite, gingerly tore off a small portion to savor unhurriedly.

Tyrone's gaze lifted, shadows clouding his eyes.

Not far off, Sabrina was engrossed in showcasing a freshly snapped photograph to Blayze. Their heads almost touched, drawing them intimately close.

With one hand cradling Jennie, Tyrone hastened to interject their conversation, brandishing a bag. He inquired, "I've brought some extra pieces of cake. Would you care for a taste?"

Sabrina raised her gaze, momentarily enticed by her appetite.

Accepting the bag, she selected a morsel, placed it in her mouth, and turned to Blayze. "Blayze, would you like some?"

Hearing this, Tyrone's countenance momentarily froze, his features darkening.

“I'LL pass," Blayze responded with a faint, enigmatic smile.

Sabrina plucked another cake from the bag and delicately put the bag back in Tyrone's hand. She cast her gaze downwards, engrossed in the camera's viewfinder. "Go inquire whether Bettie and Aylin have a hankering for these.“

Tyrone carried the bag and absorbed her imperious directives, his demeanor brimming with reluctant compliance. A smoldering resentment flickered in his eyes.

Observing Tyrone's lingering presence, Sabrina raised her head and added, "Oh, don't forget to check with Wayne.”

Tyrone found himself rendered momentarily speechless.

As Sabrina strode ahead alone, Tyrone leaned closer, squinting quizzically. "I distinctly recall your claim of your hazy recollections during your days as an exchange student abroad."

“Indeed," Sabrina affirmed, retrieving a cake from the bag Tyrone held and nibbling on it before responding with unwavering seriousness.