Assured by Tyrone's answer, Wanda finally dropped the topic.

She gave Tyrone a sharp look, exclaiming, "You've been married for three years and no children yet?"

Tyrone was left speechless.

After rinsing her mouth, Sabrina returned from the bathroom, gently pushing the soup bowl away. "Grandma, I'm so sorry. My stomach has been acting up recently. The soup made me feel nauseous."

Wanda swiftly comforted, "It's fine; your health is what matters."

Turning to Tyrone, she pushed the bowl of soup his way. "Since Sabrina can't have it, you'll have to finish it all."

"Grandma, this is quite a lot. I don't think I can finish it," Tyrone replied, eyeing the two bowls of soup before him.

"It's not much. How can you not finish? You're a grown man and yet you eat so Little. No wonder you can't make your wife pregnant."

Again, Tyrone was left speechless.

By the end of dinner, it was nearly ten.

"It's getting late. It's better if you stay the night and Leave tomorrow," Cesar suggested.

"Alright."

Sabrina then joined Cesar and Wanda to watch TV for a bit before heading upstairs to freshen up.

Tyrone spent some time working in Cesar's study.

Feeling slightly dizzy, he decided to call it a day, shutting his laptop and returning to his room.

The room was empty, save for the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Sabrina was showering.

The thought of Sabrina, naked under the shower, stirred his imagination.

Feeling a rush of heat surge through him, he could sense arousal.

Reaching for his pajamas, Tyrone decided to freshen up in the bathroom outside.

He turned the doorknob, only to find it jammed.

After a few futile attempts, he realized the door was locked from the outside.

Without a doubt, this was his grandparents’ doing.

Left with no other option, he remained in the room, the sound of running water from the bathroom igniting his desires. Although outwardly calm, a storm of desire raged within.

It had been a month since he had sex, courtesy of his recent business trip.