"No!" He retorted sharply at Cullen, his eyes glaring. "Ms. Isleen wants me to go to bed, and that is what I'm going to DO!"
Cullen appeared stunned almost shocked to hear Fergus's sudden snapping. "Hey! I don't give a batshit if you sleep or not. Was just tryna make sure we finish this game. I know you're running 'cause I'm winning."
Fergus couldn't help but internally scoff. Idiot; he thought. "Whatever." He however replied and walked into the room.
"Just two days of being her son and Isleen has already infected you with the grumpy syndrome, Liam!" Cullen shouted behind him.
As Fergus reached the room, "You won't be here to notice grumpy people by the time I'm done with you." He muttered between gritted teeth.
The moment he shut the door, he began to place his plan in motion. His best bet was if Isleen took long to return from wherever she went with Rhett.