Ariana shook her head lightly. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm okay. It's just a scratch; it'll mend in no time."

"It could leave a scar," Holden cautioned, blowing on the wound gently once more. Then, with a serious expression, he inquired, "How long has this been going on? Did Jolie have issues with you before?"

"Maybe." Ariana sounded uncertain. After a short pause, she added, "Some people are just like oil and water, you know? That's me and Jolie. We don't get along.”

Holden snorted, his demeanor turning cold. He didn't elaborate much, pulling out a strawberry Band-Aid and carefully placing it on Ariana's forehead. His tone was resolute. "Once all of this is over, you're coming back with me. No more filming. I don't care about the cancellation fee."

Ariana shook her head. "The cancellation fee is the least of my problems. I made a promise to a friend, and bailing as a scheduled guest would throw a wrench in the production team's plans. The director would have a hard time looking for a replacement."