"Why do you look so tired? Did you not sleep?" Lucius questioned, his sharp gaze fixed on Roger as he strolled into the living room, hands tucked casually into his pockets.
Roger quickly rose from the couch and offered a respectful bow. "I was keeping watch on Sylvia, as Boss instructed," he explained, his voice tinged with exhaustion. He rubbed his eyes, betraying just how little rest he'd gotten.
Lucius frowned, his brow furrowing in displeasure. "Don't tell me you slept in the car," he scolded Roger in a firm voice. "I didn't mean for you to spend the entire night outside like that. Besides, Sylvia's not the type to sneak off in the middle of the night."
Roger looked sheepish but didn't argue, simply lowering his head in acknowledgment of Lucius's words.
