"What a shame! Maybe we'll meet in Violetness," Trevor messaged.

"Enjoy yourselves," Bettie replied.

"Could I ask you for the name of the lady I bumped into? I'd like to apologize personally. Can I have her number?"

Bettie, a teasing smile tugging at her lips, handed Sabrina the phone.

“Take a look, Sabrina. Trevor is asking for your number!"

Sabrina shrugged it off, her tone dismissive. "You're reading too much into it. Didn't I already say it? He just wants to reimburse me for my laundry bill."

Bettie raised her eyebrows and replied to Trevor, “Why do you want her account?"

His response came after a pause. “I stained her clothes. It's only right that I cover her cleaning expenses."

Upon reading that, Sabrina said in an exasperated tone, "See? Just Like I told you..."

But she was interrupted by another message from. “Besides, she is quite attractive."

Bettie couldn't help but giggle and teased, "Sabrina, what else do you want to say?”

Sabrina averted her gaze, her eyes unintentionally falling on Trevor.

As their gazes locked, she quickly looked away, embarrassment washing over her.

The last thing she wanted was to delve into a new relationship, especially not with someone younger than herself.

She yearned for love, yes, but she sought a mature man who could offer patience and stability, qualities that reminded her of her father.

College boys were simply too immature, and she found the thought of dating them tiring and uninteresting.

After a three-day stay in Oslo, their next destination was Violetness.

Meanwhile, Tyrone was released from the hospital and made his way back to Starriver Bay.

Upon his arrival, Bun greeted him.

Tyrone looked down at the pet, recalling how its company had been a source of comfort for Sabrina during her period of recovery at the villa.