It was so weird.

She couldn't shake the feeling that Tyrone was setting a trap for her.

Tyrone casually spread out his hands and replied, “One question at a time, please. Yes, I was occupied, but now I'm not. The reason for the guest room shower? Jennie claimed the master bedroom so she could watch cartoons. As for my shower timing? Jennie and I had a late gaming night. Are you content with those responses?"

Giving Tyrone an icy stare, Sabrina merely huffed and made her way to the master bedroom.

However, before she could get far, Tyrone’s grip closed around her wrist.

“What are you doing?" Sabrina struggled.

With deliberate slowness, Tyrone gestured to his toned abdomen, teasing, "Didn't you want to touch it?"

As her fingers brushed against his firm muscles, a surge of familiarity hit her. Pulling back abruptly, she shot him a venomous look, exclaiming, "You're out of your mind, Tyrone!"

Not waiting for his retort, she briskly moved on and swung open the master bedroom's door.

Jennie, engrossed in her cartoon on the iPad, looked up as the door opened. Her face brightened instantly. “Aunt Sabrina!"

The sensation of Tyrone's touch lingered. Trying to shake it off, Sabrina tried to divert her attention, suggesting, “Jennie, how about some playtime with me?"

"Give me a sec!" Swiftly, Jennie shut off her cartoon, "I'm ready!"

Sabrina trotted downstairs with Jennie.

As she left the living room, she had the distinct feeling of being stared.

Suppressing the urge to glance back, she continued to walk forward.

From behind, Jennie cheerfully shouted, "Uncle Tyrone! Aunt Sabrina and I are off to have fun

“Have fun and be a good girl, okay?" A voice came from behind.

“I wilt."

The amusement park was their destination, where Sabrina and Jennie enjoyed several rides.

After the thrill of the pirate ship, Jennie's enthusiasm was palpable.