Aggreement

"I want to talk to him. Only then can you stay here. It's nearly morning, and I have classes in a few hours. I need some rest," Irene spoke sternly, emphasising her point.

If he insisted on being so stubborn, she wouldn't go easy on him. He could display his obstinacy elsewhere, not when she was in dire need of sleep. Otherwise, she would become nothing more than a sleep-deprived zombie.

"Who gave you permission to use that tone with Cyril Myers?" Theodore clenched his teeth, shooting her an angry look. In truth, he wasn't truly angry with her stubborn behaviour; annoyance was a more accurate description. Nevertheless, he wanted to feign anger, just as she was attempting to project false confidence.

Irene felt intimidated by his piercing green eyes, brimming with anger, and his furrowed brow, which lent him a menacing aura. It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to prevail in any argument within this room.

"Furthermore, I have to work in a few hours. It would be best if we