Genius Manager: I Can Make All Girls Talented!-Chapter 145 - - Sleep On The Floor

The sun dipped behind the horizon, bathing the Love Island villa in a warm orange glow. Inside the luxurious beach house, tension buzzed like static in the air. Everyone knew what was supposed to happen tonight.

Yuna had to spend the night with Matt.

She hadn't said much since the parkour event. After that cold, sarcastic response on the beach, she had retreated into her usual composed self. But everyone noticed how she sat closer to Alicia and Emma than usual, and not once did her eyes drift in Matt's direction.

Now, as she stood in front of the guest suite—where she was expected to stay with Matt—she let out a deep sigh. The cameras zoomed in slightly as she opened the door and stepped in, barefoot, wearing a silk robe.

Matt was already inside, shirtless, his hair styled like he was heading into a cologne ad shoot.

"About time," he smirked, lounging back on the edge of the bed, legs open, trying to look casual. "I was worried you were gonna chicken out or something."

Yuna tilted her head, eyes cool and unreadable. "Please. I've fought harder battles than spending one night in the same room as an overgrown child."

Matt blinked. "Hah. Good one." He stood and approached her, arms wide. "Come on, let's not make this weird. We've got the whole night—"

"Stop right there." Her voice cracked like a whip through the air.

Matt froze mid-step. The smile faltered.

Yuna's eyes sharpened like daggers. "Let me make one thing clear. You won a challenge. You didn't win me."

"…You're joking, right?" Matt scoffed. "This is part of the show. A private night, candles, a little flirting…"

"No touching," Yuna said icily. "Not even a stray brush of your arm. You so much as breathe in my direction too loudly, and I'll show the entire nation what a man-child you really are."

He tried to chuckle, but her expression didn't change. freёnovelkiss.com

"…Right. Okay, fine. I can be chill," he muttered, heading to the mini-bar in the corner of the room. "Want a drink?"

"No. I don't drink tap water that's been poured by losers."

Matt's jaw clenched.

She walked past him, settled onto the far end of the bed, and opened a novel she'd brought from the common room. With each page flip, the silence between them grew more oppressive.

"Seriously, are we just gonna pretend this isn't weird?" he asked after a long pause. "You could at least try to get to know me."

Yuna didn't look up. "I already know enough. You're loud, arrogant, insecure, and you think winning a race means you're entitled to a woman's body. It's honestly kind of pitiful."

He tried again, walking to the bathroom door, flexing slightly under the light. "Well, maybe if you saw what I was working with—"

"Matt," she said, her voice lowering into a dangerous whisper, "the only thing I want to see from you is your back as you sleep on the floor. Or better yet—go outside and sleep with the mosquitoes."

The smile he'd worn since the challenge vanished completely now. His confidence was unraveling by the minute.

"But the cameras are watching—"

"Good. Let them. Let them watch me emasculate you in 4K."

She stood, walked past him slowly, and opened the closet.

Inside was a throw pillow and a single thin blanket.

"Floor," she commanded, tossing the items at his chest.

By now, his face was flushed with a cocktail of embarrassment and barely restrained anger. But he knew—just knew—that if he tried anything now, he'd look even worse on TV.

So he turned, muttered a string of curses under his breath, and lay down on the hard wooden floor with a scowl.

Yuna, meanwhile, slipped into bed, stretched luxuriously, and smiled to herself.

"Good night, Matt. Don't let the insects bite."

***

It was well past midnight when the door creaked open and Yuna stepped quietly into the main bedroom. The only light came from the moon outside, casting soft silver shadows on the sleeping figures scattered around the room.

The hidden ceiling cameras silently tracked her movement, their tiny red lights glowing faintly in the dark.

She padded across the floor, her silk robe tied tight around her waist. Her eyes settled on the bed in the center—Darius's bed.

He lay on his side, his strong back rising and falling steadily with each breath. He hadn't moved, hadn't noticed her yet.

Yuna pulled back the covers with care and slid in beside him without a sound. The bed dipped slightly beneath her weight. She hesitated for just a moment… then curled into his warmth.

Darius stirred faintly.

"…Yuna?" he murmured groggily.

"Shhh," she whispered. "Go back to sleep. I just… didn't want to be alone tonight."

He didn't ask any more questions. He just turned toward her, half-asleep, and without thinking, draped his arm gently around her waist.

The cameras caught everything—the quiet intimacy, the tender silence, the way her head nestled beneath his chin.

Outside, Matt lay awake on the floor of the guest suite, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression. In his mind, the sound of Yuna's cold words played over and over.

Inside the villa, the viewers watching through livestream footage were already exploding with reactions.

And somewhere, behind the scenes, the producers were grinning from ear to ear. As they had just received some very good footage for their show. This would be in the news instantly and would be talked in the show.

They had already prepared the title in their minds.

[Superstar and Singer Yuna sleeps in the same bed as her agent!]

There was no doubt that the drama unfolding from this would be on a whole other level.

***

Meanwhile, in the other house, Matt was sleeping on the ground like a pathetic loser who had just lost a bet. It was honestly quite funny how fast he had listened to what Yuna had to say.

While he suffered, Yuna enjoyed Darius's caresses inside his own bed.