Felix could swear he was not seeing things. Xena sat on his couch, with two glasses and a bottle of wine on the coffee table before her.

"Your life seems quite fun," Xena remarked, her initial smile instantly fading as her eyes fixed on Wendy in Felix's arms.

Felix glanced down, finally realizing the gravity of the situation.

"Xena, I—" he started, but she cut him off, "No need to explain. I clearly came at a bad time. Don't worry. I'll use the front door next time."

Felix inwardly cursed at this massive misunderstanding. He called out, "Xena, please let me explain! This is Wendy Kinsley—you must know who she is. She had too much to drink, and I don't know where she stays, so I—"

However, his words trailed off as Xena had already vanished through the door.

Looking at the wine bottle on the table, Felix felt incredibly frustrated. It was obvious Xena had found her own way into his villa to surprise him and probably have a heart-to-heart conversation.

Instead of strengthening the