Liam stood silent for several long seconds, facing her. His gaze fixed, cold, unhurried. He seemed to be studying her, weighing whether she was even worth an answer. The silence stretched until it felt deliberately uncomfortable.

Olívia crossed her arms, impatience flashing across her face.

“Liam, I asked you a question,” she said firmly. “Where’s the sofa?”

He flicked his eyes away for a moment, then let out a short, quiet breath.

“Olívia, if there’s one thing you’re not, it’s stupid.” His voi