"Sabrina, I apologize for the inconveniences I am about to cause you. Atticus didn't inform me about your discharge," Mr. Sawyer's voice broke the sudden awkward silence between Sabrina and his grandson. "I would have the maids arrange a room for you."
"Haha, you don't have to bother. I am fine sharing a room with Atticus. Couples are supposed to live in the same room and not separate. We aren't strangers, and this isn't our first time..." her voice trailed off at her last statement.
Mr. Sawyer chuckled at Sabrina's cute acts. This was the first time seeing her act less insecure around his family. Even at the wedding, he could tell how insecure she was.
"If you insist, what can I do? After all, this isn't the first time sharing a room," Mr. Sawyer teased.
He brought out his phone before dialing the butler's number. Without hesitating, the butler hurried up to them, knowing Mr. Sawyer needed her presence.
