However, before she could proceed, Karen, having prepared breakfast, emerged from the kitchen, holding a small bowl. She was quite mindful of Tyrone's directive.

“Jennie, where are you headed?"

Turning, Jennie replied, “I'm looking for Tyrone's phone."

“Have you checked that room? He slept there last night."

Puzzled, Jennie refrained from probing further, heading to the guest room.

Smaller than the master bedroom, she could easily see the bed.

Pushing the door open, Jennie saw a woman sleeping on the bed. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, her face covered by the quilt.

Jennie was lost. Why was there a woman in the guest room?

Jennie's thoughts raced.

She recalled that last night, as she was making her way to the master bedroom, Tyrone stopped her and told her that he was too tired to play with her. Certainly, he didn't want her to know about the woman inside.

Jennie secretly analyzed. It couldn't be Sabrina. Otherwise, Tyrone wouldn't have reacted that way and Sabrina would've joined in for playtime.

Karen said Tyrone slept in the guest room, but the woman was there too. Did they share the same room?

Jennie, young as she was, knew that only couples shared a room.

Had Tyrone ceased to love Sabrina anymore? Dismayed, Jennie shut the door, thinking of the master bedroom. Maybe Karen was mistaken.

Perhaps Tyrone slept there last night.

As the master bedroom door creaked open, a scene of disarray met Jennie's eyes. Clothes were strewn across the floor.

Jennie's heart sank. She slumped onto the sofa.

The secretary's delivery must have been for the woman in the room!

Jennie didn't fancy any other woman being with Tyrone except for Sabrina.

“What's the matter, Jennie?" Karen emerged from the kitchen with a plate of spring rolls.