Regarding Aria Grant's temper, on one hand, George Flack felt a headache, on the other hand, he also felt that they had reached a stage where he had no choice but to deal with it.
"I'm sorry, can you not be angry anymore? Isn't it nice when we are together and everything is relaxed and happy? Why waste precious time being angry?"
George Flack's words were sincere; there were many pressing matters waiting to be handled outside, so when he came back, he just wanted to be with Aria Grant and didn't want to think about all those things.
But was it all just about being relaxed and happy? Aria Grant didn't want to deal with these things, so those little moods were filtered out, and who would remember her sadness?
"Isn't everyone's time precious? Even if I'm angry, it's still precious time. If you can't accept that, then let's not say anything. I don't think it's necessary to say anything more."
Aria Grant got out of the car and left, slamming the door shut behind her.
