"I'm sorry," she uttered in surprise, swiftly exiting to another bathroom.

As she stood in front of the mirror, the image of Tyrone replayed in her mind.

There was no denying that their three-year marriage had been physically satisfying.

Yet, Tyrone's body never failed to Leave her awestruck.

After their showers, they settled into bed, the room shrouded in darkness and silence.

Suddenly, a hand reached for hers, indicating Tyrone's desire to have sex.

Sabrina remained quiet for a moment.

Their baby was now three months old, they could perhaps attempt intimacy again. After all, Tyrone was an attractive man, and she wasn't at any disadvantage.

Still, she felt a strange hesitation.

She recalled that particular day at the house when he had consumed soup. He had expressed a preference for taking a cold shower rather than engaging in sexual activity with her.

Given her delayed response, Sabrina feigned sleep.

Under the moonlight, Tyrone studied her peaceful face, then gently lay beside her.

He softly kissed her neck.

At this, Sabrina's eyes fluttered open.

For a brief second, their eyes met.

Quickly, Sabrina closed her eyes, pretending to be still asleep.

Amused by this, Tyrone chuckled.

He stroked her hair and whispered, "Sleep well."

The following morning, Sabrina woke up to find that Tyrone had already gotten up.

He was neatly dressed and seated at the table, patiently waiting for her to join him for breakfast. Afterward, they headed to the company together.