Knoxville POV
I lounged on the plush couch in my villa, immersed in the latest episode of my favorite show. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the dimly lit room, casting a cozy ambiance. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Henry walked in, shattering the tranquility.
I pretended not to notice him, hoping he'd take the hint and leave. But Henry was relentless. He cleared his throat, and when I still didn't acknowledge him, he scoffed.
I finally turned to face him, frustration etched on my features. "What again?" I exclaimed, tossing the remote control onto the coffee table. "Today's a weekend, and I told you to go home and rest."
Henry shrugged, his nonchalant demeanor igniting my irritation.
"Well, I don't have a home," he said, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.
My growl was
