Ashlyn's POV
Sitting on the sofa, I exchanged uneasy glances with Evan and Emily. We watched Xavier pacing back and forth in front of us. His sharp footsteps echoed in the tense silence of the living room.
Evan’s usually neat hair was a wild mess, sticking out in every direction, while Emily’s was equally disheveled. It gave a clear reminder of their heated fight earlier.
He ran a hand through his already messy hair, while she crossed her arms, glaring at the floor.
Despite their chaotic appearances, neither seemed to care. Instead, they seemed to focus deeply on Xavier’s looming figure.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Xavier came to a halt and turned to us. Pointing a finger, he started, “You—” but stopped midway.
Shaking his head, he muttered, “No. No more lectures. I’
