Chapitre 36: Not On My Watch

"Glaring? I'm not glaring at you," he said as he raised his eyebrow.

Not buying his lie, I paused the treadmill and stepped closer to him. I lifted my hands and tapped on the space between his eyebrows.

"Yes, you are. Your brows have been wrinkled since earlier."

Realizing it, his gaze softened. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he halted and simply sighed deeply.

"Haaaah… Nevermind. I'm just… feeling a bit grumpy because I couldn't sleep well."

Oh? So it wasn't just me, huh?

"Then don't take it on me. It's not my fault that you didn't sleep well."

At those words, he suddenly grimaced at me as if I were the culprit. I didn't disturb him last night! He went to his room, and that's it. Unless…

"Hey. There you go again with that glare. Why? Don't tell me you—"