The dinner plates had been cleared, and the soft hum of the Redrich estate settled into a quiet evening. Lea pushed her chair back gently, glancing down at Hugo with a determined look. "I think… I'll sleep in my own room tonight," she said softly, trying to sound casual, though there was a hint of unease in her tone.
Hugo froze mid-step, the knife he had been setting aside still in his hand. He slowly turned to face her, his expression a mixture of disbelief and concern. "Wait… what?" His voice was soft, almost pleading. "Baby… you can't be serious. You don't want to sleep alone, do you?"
Lea met his gaze for a fleeting moment before looking away, her cheeks slightly pink. "I… I think I should," she murmured. "It's just for tonight."
Hugo's lips pressed into a thin line, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. He walked closer, careful not to crowd her. "Baby… that's like… telling me you're leaving me out in the cold."
