“Apologies. I'm currently at the checkout, and I need to make a payment. I'm in a bit of a rush."

The call ended with a beep as Karen hung up.

Sabrina let out a sigh of helplessness, gazing at the phone screen momentarily before making her way upstairs.

Apart from the master bedroom, the second floor held three guest rooms.

It was unlikely that Jennie would be in the master bedroom,

As for which guest room she was in, Sabrina would need to check them individuatly.

Pushing open the door of the leftmost guest room, she called out, "Jennie?"

There was no one inside.

She moved to the next guest room, opening the door and inquiring once again, "Jennie?"

Still, the rooms remained vacant.

Upon reaching the entrance of the third guest room, Sabrina held the conviction that she would discover Jennie there. With a smile, she pushed the door open and began, “Jennie...”

In an instant, her voice trailed off abruptly.

Her mouth fell open in stunned disbelief as she locked eyes with Tyrone.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull, her gaze wandered down his sculpted form, tracing every contour.

His damp locks clung sensually to his forehead, while his exposed upper body shimmered under the gentle caress of the Light. The breadth of his shoulders exuded strength, while his muscles rippled with every movement. Each droplet of water that cascaded from his hair, traveling down his shoulders, only accentuated the tantalizing definition of his eight-pack abs.

She had always been aware of his well-built physique, and the memory of its contours was intimately familiar.


Tyrone's gaze intensified, revealing a deepening emotion. He cleared his throat and asked, "What? Do you want to touch me?"


Suddenly, the room grew tense.

Sabrina lifted her gaze to meet Tyrone's penetrating eyes. Sensing something amiss, much Like a caught rabbit, she questioned with growing alarm, "Weren't you supposed to be busy? And why are you showering in the guest room, especially at this time of the day?"