Liam leaned against the headboard, arms crossed, watching her with a raised brow. “Where were you until this time, Olivia?” His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.
Olivia froze mid-step, her nervous smile faltering for a moment. “Uh… nowhere important,” she said, avoiding his gaze as she carefully closed the window behind her.
Liam’s eyes flickered to the clock. “It’s almost three in the morning.”
She turned to face him, still standing near the window like a caught thief. “You didn’t sleep yet?” she asked, her tone light, trying to change the subject.
Liam let out a slow exhale, running a hand through his hair. “Hard to sleep when my wife is sneaking in through the window like a damn cat.”
Olivia chuckled nervously. “I wasn’t sneaking.”
Liam gave her a look. “Yo
