SERENA'S POV
He replied with an arched brow, then shifted leisurely, adjusting his sitting position until his back and head rested gently against the headboard.
“I asked you a question,” I said, irritation seeping into my voice as I stared at him, utterly annoyed by the audacity of him making himself comfortable on my bed.
A soft scoff floated through the room. My head immediately snapped in the direction of the sound. It was Annie. She was busy packing away the food she had brought in earlier. Her eyes flicked up briefly, disbelief plain in them, before she dropped her gaze and resumed her task.
“Leave the fruits and juice—you can pack up the rest,” he murmured, closing his eyes with an air of finality, like sleep was seconds away.
Annie nodded silently and exited, leaving just the t
