"There's no need to pretend," Olaedo said gently. "If the sofa's uncomfortable, why don't you take the bed? I'll sleep in the study—"
"No way."
Chibuzor's reply was instant, sharp enough to cut through her words. His expression hardened, and that cool, commanding tone returned. "I told you, I'm fine. Just go back to sleep."
Before she could even form a response, he turned on his heel and practically escaped into the study, slamming the door shut behind him like he was fleeing from danger.
Olaedo blinked, then sighed. "Unbelievable."
Still, the corners of her lips curved upward despite her exasperation. He's so stubborn, she thought, shaking her head. It's almost impressive.
Inside the study, Chibuzor set down the pile of pillows and blankets, muttering under his breath as he began arranging them on the floor.
