Why should he bother?

Sleep eluded him as he tossed and turned through the night.

On the contrary, Camila slept peacefully.

In the morning, she noticed Isaac still in bed, usually an early riser. She deduced he must have been exhausted.

Careful not to disturb him, she slid out of bed, tied her hair in a knot, and went to brush her teeth.

Leaning against the door, Isaac observed her.

When she caught sight of the shadows under his eyes, it was evident he hadn't slept.

His sleepless night even etched dark circles under his eyes.

"You appear to have had a rough night," she remarked, mouth still filled with water.

Isaac became furious. Of course, he couldn't sleep. He wasn't as indifferent as she was, able to sleep soundly through the night.

His cold snort was the only response before he turned around and left.

Camila was left bewildered.

He had just snorted at her!

"Isaac, did I say something to upset you?" Camila questioned.

Why was his temper flaring up?

This left her perplexed.

Isaac reclined back onto the bed, cocooned in a comforter.

After freshening up, Camila found Isaac sprawled on the bed once more, her lips twitching in uncertainty.

What had gotten into him?

Surely, he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.