"What's going on here?" Harley stepped forward, lifting Calvert's chin with her hand, and asked with a furrowed brow.
Her action took everyone by surprise.
Instantly, as people looked at the two, there was something more in their gaze.
Calvert stared blankly at the person in front of him, his breath involuntarily hitching.
During his time as a model, due to the demands of the job, he had needed to engage in intimate gestures with shooting partners. Although he had felt uncomfortable at times, he had gradually grown accustomed to it.
At least, such physical contact was common during shoots.
But at this moment, as she held his chin like this, Calvert's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Even though he kept telling himself to calm down, she was just checking the injuries on his face.
Yet, a blush crept onto his face, and he couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, afraid she might discern the emotions he was trying to conceal.
"It's nothing, just got hit by those troublemakers during the conflict," Calvert said softly, "It's no big deal."
For him, it really wasn't a big deal. After all, he was used to being beaten up. Not only by his alcoholic father but also by those who didn't like him at school.
So when Calvert said this, he used a declarative tone.
But the next moment, Harley's voice rose again, "How can you say this isn't a big deal? You're a model, you still have shoots to do. Do you know what it means to have an injury on your face? It could potentially delay the entire shooting schedule!"
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