As Blake and Liam reached the upstairs corridor, a servant emerged from Blake's room, promptly informing her, "Ms. Dion, your room's ready."

"Thank you," Blake replied, a slight awkwardness in her tone.

The servant did not mention anything about the guest room, naturally assuming Liam and Blake would share a bed. After Blake entered her room, her hands awkwardly by her side, eyeing the only bed. "Liam, I was thinking—"

Before Blake could finish, Liam interrupted her, "It's fine, I can sleep on the floor."

Blake interjected, "No, that wasn't what I meant. You should take the bed, and I'll stay in Mya's room tonight."

As she spoke, Blake picked up her pillow, her movements betraying a mix of resolve and hesitation. Liam's response, barely above a whisper, revealed his hurt, "You can't bear to even be in the same room as me?"

Blake, caught off guard by his misunderstanding, hastened to explain. "It's not that, Liam. I'm concerned about your comfort. You've had headaches, and sleepin