Winona turned to look at Xander, her answer swift and unwavering. "No, you can't."
Xander blinked at her, at a loss for words.
Awkwardly, he wiped the sweat from his brow. "If Miss Perkins doesn't want to talk to me today, I'll try again another time. And the time after that. I'll keep trying until you're willing to talk."
Winona's eyes narrowed. "You—"
She swallowed her anger, keeping her expression calm. "What is it you want to discuss? Say it now."
"I want to apologize to you." Xander's face was full of regret as he looked at her.
"That won't be necessary," she replied, voice flat.
Xander hesitated, looking like he might say more, but she cut him off.
"Is that all? If so, please leave. Yves Prescott needs to rest." Winona didn't hesitate to show him the door.
She had no desire to talk to any friend of Felicity's. To be honest, just seeing Felicity's friends made her want to gag.
Oddly enough, Yves Prescott seemed almost forgiving in that moment.
"Mr. McCarthy didn't mean any harm," Yves said gently, trying to smooth things over. "He just didn't know the full story—just like Mr. Shaw and I didn't at first. Shouldn't you give people a chance?"
Winona bit her lip and fell silent.
But her silence had nothing to do with Yves's attempt at persuasion.
This was different.
She had approached Yves and Mr. Shaw herself, and besides, neither of them were friends with Felicity.
But Xander? She had never wanted anything to do with him. The only thing she felt for this man was pure disgust.
Still, with Yves lying injured in a hospital bed, she couldn't bring herself to contradict him in front of others.
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