There were many inexplicable things that George Flack felt tired of dealing with. He thought he could have a proper conversation with Aria Grant, and that they must have had a lot of misunderstandings.
But why was it that every time he wanted to explain, he found that the timing wasn't right? If that was the case, then what should he say?
The heat from the coffee had dissipated, and yet, he hadn't even taken a sip of the now-cold drink. George Flack stood up and picked up a small bottle of wine from the shelf. When he went to pay for it, the female cashier couldn't help but ask.
"Drinking alcohol is bad for your health, especially when you're not in a good mood. It can cause even more damage to your body. Actually, I can tell that there must be some misunderstanding between you two, right?"
