Xavier

Wendy turned to me with a frown on her face, yanking her arm away from mine. "Eww, gross, Xavier! Why can't you quickly deny the statement that I'm your fiancée and tell her that I'm your little sister?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance.

I frowned, taken aback by her outburst. Wasn't she the one who blurted that out senselessly? She should be the one to correct herself.

"Can you even speak up for yourself, Xavier?" she asked, clearly exasperated.

I finally found my voice, my tone firm but calm. "Can you leave? We'll talk later."

Wendy raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"Alright,...