Panic flickered across his face, and without wasting another second, he marched back to her, gesturing frantically for her to get back inside her room.
"Quick! Get inside," he whispered harshly, his eyes darting toward the approaching servant.
Nnenna smirked but stepped back into her room, allowing him to follow. He practically shoved her inside, slamming the door shut behind him. For a moment, he stood there, his breath shallow as if he had just escaped a near disaster.
"What is it now? Can't you just handle this without making it complicated?" he said, exasperation dripping from his tone. But there was something else in his voice, a hint of fear. The thought of being discovered seemed to haunt him.
Nnenna tilted her head, amused by his clear discomfort. "Well, Second Brother," she started slowly, drawing out her words as an idea sparked in her mind. Then, she paused, her lips curling into a sly smile.