Tyrone was stunned.

A post-dinner debate about who was going to stay with Sabrina unfolded between the determined Jennie and Tyrone.

"You're turning five soon, and come September, you'll be in a bigger class. How can you sleep with Sabrina like a baby?" Tyrone settled comfortably on the sofa, his eyebrows raised as he addressed Jennie standing defiantly before him.

"You're already thirty years old. Why do you still let Sabrina sleep with you?" Undeterred, Jennie curled her lips with disdain. “Why can't I sleep with her since I am just five years old?"

A ripple of laughter escaped Sabrina as she observed Tyrone's long face.

Tyrone continued to argue, trying to make a logical point, "Sabrina is my wife. It's okay for us to sleep together."

“Have you two remarried?" Jennie raised her chin haughtily, glancing at Tyrone with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Show me the certificate if you have.”

Tyrone was left speechless.

As Sabrina's laughter reached Tyrone's ears, he pivoted his gaze to her, his eyes ignited by a strong desire.

However, Sabrina, averting her gaze, said, “I'll nap with Jennie tonight."

Although Sabrina enjoyed the sex very much, recent nights had been devoid of restful sleep, leaving her perpetually fatigued. She didn't want to have sex with Tyrone tonight. Jennie was so soft. It was comfortable to hold Jennie, a soothing experience, unlike him.

"Yeah!" Jennie whooped happily and bounced around in excitement. She shot a triumphant glance at Tyrone.

Tyrone smiled helplessly. He held Sabrina's hand, gently scratching her palm, and suggested, “How about this? We all sleep together tonight?"

"Okay!" Jennie's eyes sparkled with delight as she agreed, "I want to sleep in the middle!" No matter what, she liked Tyrone very much.

After disembarking from the plane, Sabrina had messaged Bettie.

However, this afternoon happened to be an exceptionally busy one for Bettie, who found herself immersed in a performance with a celebrity.

Amidst frequent style changes during the performance, Bettie couldn't respond to Sabrina until the evening.

Bettie texted back, "Oh, I have finally finished my work. I'm so tired."

Comfortably watching cartoons with Jennie, Sabrina inquired, "Are you home? Are you busy tomorrow?"

Bettie said, "No, I'm in the car. But I am free tomorrow. Do you want to hang out?"