"Hey, why are you up so early?" Nathan asked casually. "Trouble sleeping again? Is it because of your condition?"
Draymond paused, his eyes shifting as he stood by the kitchen counter, preparing his morning coffee.
He furrowed his brow. "How does he know about my condition?" Draymond wondered. "Even my dad doesn't know about my struggle with OCD."
Although Nathan tried to mask his words, Draymond's keen intuition picked up on the implication.
Rather than reacting defensively to Nathan's remark, Draymond simply continued to focus on making his coffee, scooping out the beans and starting up the coffee maker.
"I wake up early because I have a beautiful goddess sleeping beside me," Draymond replied with a grin. "How could I not feel inspired to start my day? And besides, my sleep schedule isn't your concern. My brilliant mind isn't affected by lack of sleep, and I can still earn millions before lunch." Draymond said coldly and flatly.
