Winter's face immediately flushed red. "Maybe... we got the wrong room. She must be somewhere else!"
However, Xavier's expression darkened, becoming almost terrifying. He stared at the door with his fists clenched tightly. Even his eyes were bloodshot.
Frightened by Xavier's expression, Winter hurriedly said, "Xavier, let's check somewhere else!"
"It's your birthday, and this entire floor was reserved by me," Xavier growled through gritted teeth. "How could there be anyone else in here?"
"But..."
Seeing that Xavier was about to push the door open, Winter quickly blocked his way. "Xavier, calm down. It might be a mistake. Don't do anything rash," she pleaded, noticing his expression growing more ominous. "Noelle isn't like that. She..."
"Move aside!"
"Xavier, don't!" Winter insisted, grabbing his arm and shaking her head. "Xavier, please. Others are coming!"
Xavier looked up to see that most of the people from the party had gathered nearby.
He scowled deeply and glanced at Winter, who had turned pale and was shaking her head frantically.
"It wasn't me. I don't know why they're here," she said. Then, she took a deep breath and whispered in his ear, "Don't act impulsively. Go calm them down and get them to leave. Then, we can check on Noelle."
Xavier frowned, but Winter continued, "Even if Noelle is inside, you can't just barge in now. Think about what that would do to her."
Seeing that Xavier was beginning to calm down, Winter squeezed his hand. "I'll go and talk to them."
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