Pearl's POV:
"You sleep on the sofa and I'll sleep on the bed." I said as I sat on the bed.
"My room, my bed, my rules. Why will I sleep on sofa? And it is too small for me." He said, crossing his hand.
"This is why people say chivalry is dead. Be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa." I said back.
"Never in a million years. If you want then you can leave the room but I'll sleep on my bed." He replied and sat beside me.
"Are you sure Mr. Anderson?" I asked, cocking a perfect brow.
"Yes, am damn sure." He said, confidently and went to grab his sleeping clothes.
"OK. I'm going to the guest room." I said as I took my nighty out of the closet and turned to him. "Oh, I hope your servants won't doubt anything about me sleeping in another room and tell something about it to uncle Rob."
"Stay." He muttered under the breath.
"Did you say something? I don't think I heard something." I said as I batted my eyelashes innocently.
