"Cough cough... George, what are you doing? Put me down quickly! I..." Aria Grant had already forgotten what she was thinking about just now, and could only hug George Flack's neck, looking at him with a slightly flushed face.
"Taking you to rest. If you don't rest, you'll think more than me, and then have a headache the next day, which will make me worry even more."
At this point, Aria didn't say anything further, burying herself in his chest as he carried her upstairs.
...
The next day.
Aria was no longer doubtful about the matter, as it had been explained clearly. But then, a phone call raised even more questions for her.
"What's the matter?"
"Come out and meet me. There's something I want to say to you in person, of course, on the premise that you want to know the truth."
