Olivia's POV
I cleared my throat and tried again, forcing my voice lower. "Sir, it seems you didn't hear me the first time. I said I need to go home to my girlfriend. And to check on your cat as well."
"I heard you the first time, Oliver." Maxwell crossed his arms, looking annoyingly calm. "And I'm saying you're staying the night. Don't you care about my health?"
"But sir, you have so many staff members!" I gestured toward the massive house behind him. "Plus, you just said you're feeling better."
"You can never tell with pneumonia. It could start up again at any time." His expression was perfectly serious, but I swore I could see amusement dancing in his eyes.
"But your family can take care of you…"
"I don't want my mother here." He interrupted in a sharp tone.
