He unbuttoned his collar and queried Karen, "Has dinner been served?"

Caught off-guard, Karen stammered, "Sir, your arrival wasn't expected."

Mrs. Blakely was of the opinion that you wouldn't return tonight, hence we didn't reserve any food. I'll prepare something for you now."

"Alright." Tyrone's gaze darkened as he headed straight to the master bedroom.

Sabrina, who had refrained from working late, was engrossed with her cell phone before turning in.

Suddenly, the door swung open and Tyrone strode in.

Taken aback by his presence, Sabrina questioned, “Why are you home?"

Tyrone stationed himself by the bed, noted her bewildered expression and retorted with a bitter smile, "Didn't we agree on dining together upon my return?"

"We did," Sabrina responded, unruffled. “Considering your habitual overnight stays with Galilea, I assumed you wouldn't be back tonight."

This left Tyrone speechless and he pressed his lips together before inquiring, "Did you see us?"

"Indeed."

"I escorted her to the hospital before returning." Catching her calm demeanor and measured words, Tyrone quickly clarified.

Strangely, he felt a sense of unease.

In the past, whenever he visited Galilea and returned from her abode, Sabrina would treat him with cold indifference.

But her current serenity, as if nothing had happened, was unnerving.

Moreover, during today's press conference, when he and Sabrina participated in the game, it didn't seem unusual.

However, when she later orchestrated an interactive game for him and Galilea, he found himself oddly annoyed.

She was so thoughtful in facilitating a connection between her husband and another woman.

Truthfully, the underlying reason was her lack of affection for him.

Her heart belonged to Bradley.