Chapter 98 Menace
After finishing their meal, Ann stood up and began gathering the plates, her hips swaying naturally with each step as she moved toward the kitchen. Liam leaned back on his chair, watching her with quiet amusement as the clinking of dishes echoed faintly from the sink. She made quick work of cleaning up, rinsing the plates and stacking them neatly, then drying her hands with a towel. As she came back to the living room, her eyes scanned the table.
"Weird," she muttered, eyebrows knitting slightly. "I thought I saw my phone here."
Liam glanced lazily in her direction, resting an arm on the armrest. "You didn’t bring it downstairs."
Ann tilted her head, half confused, half skeptical. "You sure?"
He simply nodded, a casual smirk playing on his lips.
Letting out a breath, Ann turned and headed upstairs, muttering something under her breath. Her bare feet barely made a sound as she moved from one room to another. She checked her own bedroom first—nothing on the nightstand, nothing under the sheets or between the pillows.
"Where the hell..." she murmured, then froze. Of course. She had slept in Liam’s room.
Turning on her heel, she padded across the hallway and gently pushed open the door to Liam’s room. But the moment she stepped inside, the air changed. A quiet click behind her made her spin around—Liam had followed her in, closing the door behind him with deliberate silence.
He didn’t say anything at first, just leaned against the door, watching her with that same teasing smile. Then, with a slow motion, he reached into his pocket and pulled out her phone.
"You looking for this?"
Ann narrowed her eyes. "You had it the whole time?"