She had already come this far, and besides, Mallia Mamet had never expected the person before her to be so foolish yet endearingly so.
"Cough cough cough—okay, since that's the case, I'll be going now. Please do take care of it and explain everything clearly to Mrs. Grant, okay?"
One hand gently covering her mouth, Mallia coughed slowly. The other hand had already irresponsibly found its way onto George Flack's arm.
At that moment, consumed with guilt, George only noticed Mallia's coughing, so he completely forgot to maintain distance.
"Why don't you wait a moment, I'll go make some cold medicine for you. Listening to your voice, you sound like you're getting sick! And besides, even if you're worried about Aria Grant, you should have put on more clothes after filming before coming over!"
Gazing affectionately at George, Mallia saw the man before her chiding her, yet for some reason, his scolding sounded so melodious!