"There's no need to pretend. If the sofa's uncomfortable, why don't you take the bed? I'll sleep in the study—"
"No way." Chibuzor interrupted, his tone coldly firm and his expression unyielding. "I told you, I'm fine. Just go back to sleep."
Without waiting for her response, he fled into the study, slamming the door shut behind him as if escaping a predator.
Olaedo sat back, exasperated yet unable to suppress the faint smile tugging at her lips. He's so stubborn, she thought, shaking her head fondly.
