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Chapter: 891
The receptionist quickly scanned her system, then responded regretfully, “I’m sorry, but
there’s none available.”
“Alright .”
When Sabrina looked back, she spotted Tyrone right in front of her. He stood with his ams
crossed over his chest, casually leaning against the door with a gentle smile.
She shot him a glare. As she brushed past him, she huffed audibly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPeering at her retreating figure, Tyrone inquired, “Heading somewhere?”
“To retrieve my clothes.”
“No need for that. I’ve arranged for a swimsuit and robe for you. You can head straight
there.”
Sabrina halted in her tracks, taking a deep breath.
“Come with me.” With that, Tyrone breezily led the way with Sabrina.
She could only roll her eyes and begrudgingly followed him.
As Tyrone swung the door open, the distinct sound of a cartoon filled the air, followed by
Jennie’s excited voice. “Uncle, you’ve returned! Where’s Aunt Sabrina?”
“She’s right here with us.”
Positioned at the door, Tyrone’s gaze landed on Sabrina, his face breaking into a grin.
Sabrina shot him a cold glance and then approached with a sudden bright smile. “Jennie!”
“Aunt Sabrina! I’ve been waiting to get in the hot spring with you!”
Jennie giggled, her socked feet making a soft patter as she rushed over to Sabrina.
“Sure, I’ll join you in the hot spring.” Sabrina removed her coat and placed it on the
hanger. She turned her gaze to Tyrone with a chilly expression and inquired, “Where are
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmy clothes?”
With Jennie around, Sabrina knew Tyrone wouldn’t try anything.
Holding out a bag from the couch, Tyrone handed it over to Sabrina.
“Sabrina, when did you pick up the art of face-changing tricks? You might have a shot on
stage.”
“Face-changing what now? Aunt Sabrina, can you really do that?” Jennie’s curious eyes
darted between the two.
Suppressing her annoyance at Tyrone’s snide comment, Sabrina replied breezily, “Your
uncle’s just being playful, darling. Don’t mind him. Now, shall we dip into the hot spring?”