Kalix remained unfazed, the amused smile on his face only adding to Winter's frustration.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice surprisingly steady despite his disheveled state.
Winter frowned in confusion, but then something clicked. She leaned in, sniffing lightly, and her expression darkened.
"No way—you've been drinking all night? Is that why you refused to come home?" she snapped, her voice laced with irritation.
Kalix didn't respond, but the way his eyes shifted reminded Winter that they weren't alone in the room.
'God, this is getting on my nerves,' she seethed internally before grabbing his uninjured hand and dragging him out.
Kalix stumbled slightly but followed her like an obedient child, silent as she led him into his own room.
"Sit down," she ordered, pointing to the bed.
Without a word, Kalix complied, still wearing that infuriating smirk.
Winter rolled her eyes.