Liam looked wronged and said, “Sis, you used to be upset when I came into your room. Why can Brother sleep in your room?”
“Hungry?”
Sophia ignored him and smiled at me.
I nodded and added, “But I don’t want to get out of bed.”
“Okay, I’ll bring it up.”
Sophia nodded and left.
Liam glared, grinding his teeth: “Why? She just got back and is already so nice to you. She’s picky but lets you sleep in her bed and even eat in it — why?”
I didn’t bother replying and scrolled videos on my phone.
Liam felt like a clown but didn’t leave — he seemed intent on seeing how I would eat in Sophia’s bed.
Before long Sophia pushed in a meal cart.
There was a small pull-out tray on the cart that could serve as a table — I only had to sit up to eat.
I sat up listlessly, took a few bites, and then ate quickly.
Sophia went to the desk to handle company matters on her laptop and didn’t look at me.
Liam grabbed the juice on the cart.
I knew his plan — he probably intended to spill the juice on the bed and then complain to clean-freak Sophia about my rudeness.
I didn’t know how she’d react, but if he pulled some trick I’d have to change rooms.
I was lazy and didn’t want to move.