Chapter 1135
Chapter 1135: Fight First, Ask for Votes (5)_1
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Just as she passed by, her wrist was suddenly grasped.
Instinctively, Flossie Wright turned her head and saw Glenn Hutchinson’s handsome face, his expression stern, his eyes slightly darkened, reflecting her own figure.
Frowning, he closed in abruptly, their eyes locked not even a centimeter apart, his aura enveloping her in an instant.
"Not even a word of greeting?"
Glenn Hutchinson’s lips curved up slightly, his voice soft and husky as it reached her ears.
"I’m dirty."
She looked at him calmly, her demeanor unruffled.
Yet her tone was unmistakably dismissive.
A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but in the next moment he regained his composure and spoke in a deep voice, "I don’t mind."
"Then," pausing briefly, Flossie Wright lifted the corners of her lips and said slowly, "thank you."
"No need for that."
Glenn Hutchinson spoke with particular politeness.
Choosing not to continue the conversation, Flossie Wright tried to pull her wrist away with a bit more force, attempting to break free from his hold. However, despite her recent progress, she couldn’t escape his grasp in the slightest.
The corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
Looking downwards, Glenn Hutchinson’s smile deepened as he said in a low voice, "Yesterday was your birthday."
"Oh..." she responded at length, Flossie Wright was indifferent, "I forgot."
She couldn’t even recall when Flossie Wright’s birthday was.
For her, a past birthday was less important than taking a bath right now.
"I’m telling you now," Glenn Hutchinson said, staring intently at her.
"And then?"
Casting a sidelong glance at the two people next to him, who appeared somewhat embarrassed, Glenn Hutchinson turned his gaze away, switching hands to drape one around Flossie Wright’s shoulders as he said in a low magnetic voice, "Let’s go!"
Succinct and clear.
He straightforwardly took Flossie Wright away.
Flossie Wright felt stifled within.
Upon exiting the building, the blinding sunlight spread out in front of them, and Flossie Wright instinctively stopped in her tracks, wanting to raise her hand to block the shining light.
But before she could lift her hand, the arm wrapped around her shoulder suddenly loosened and the next moment, a figure stood in front of her.
Blocking that scorching sunlight.
With her eyes closed gently, Flossie Wright slowly squinted open her eyes, vaguely making out the figure in front of her.
Glenn Hutchinson stood erect, his handsome face taut, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his expression laced with a touch of concern.
Her heart was tugged by something.
Flossie Wright lowered her gaze and kept a cold face, no longer dwelling on it.
Having stayed in the darkness for a long time, her eyes were not quick to adjust.
It took a good while before her vision cleared.
Becoming accustomed to the light.
After a moment, Flossie Wright lifted her eyes to look at Glenn Hutchinson and spoke softly.
His voice was light, tinged with some confusion.
Glenn Hutchinson gazed at her.
Apart from the momentary daze upon seeing her, Flossie Wright had been particularly composed from beginning to end.
The woman before him was serene, calm, and even somewhat nonchalant.
After ten days in the dark room, Glenn Hutchinson had seen people with strong mental fortitude, but they would still appear exhausted when they left.
Only Flossie Wright, with this abnormal level of composure, was truly surprising and distressing.
With such mental strength, what had she gone through?
With hands clenched into fists, Flossie Wright took a step back, crossed her elbows in front of her chest, and boldly raised an eyebrow at him, "Come on, let’s have a go at it."
Glenn Hutchinson was slightly astonished and quite speechless.
They had just come out, and now she was thinking about fighting?!
And challenging him?!
Before he could react, Flossie had hardly finished speaking when she raised her fist toward Glenn Hutchinson.
Strike first to gain the upper hand!
Her fist carved a powerful current through the air, aiming mercilessly at Glenn Hutchinson’s chin.
Narrowing his eyes, Glenn Hutchinson took a step back, dodging her attack, but as soon as he moved out of the way, Flossie’s other fist hammered toward his abdomen!
Her speed had greatly increased, and so had the force behind her blow.
Instantly intrigued, Glenn Hutchinson defended while testing Flossie’s progress.
Although Flossie’s techniques had improved, Glenn Hutchinson wasn’t surprised; what did surprise him was that Flossie’s progress was even greater than he had imagined.
Meanwhile—
Ella Pemberton walked out of the building with a Soldier.
They immediately saw the two people fighting in the open space.
"What’s going on here?"
The Soldier was dumbfounded at first glance.
Just now, it seemed like there could be a romantic development between the two, so why...
Er, why did they suddenly start fighting?
"I don’t know," Ella Pemberton shook her head, her eyebrows immediately knitting together.
She speculated wildly in her mind.
Could it be—
Hutchinson used force, and Flossie, being fierce and unwilling to submit, they went straight to blows?
She understood fighting techniques, and upon closer observation, felt something was off.
Flossie attacked with all her might, while Glenn Hutchinson handled it easily, and at critical moments, he yielded, showing no intention of truly fighting with Flossie.
Just as she began to sense the pattern, the Soldier beside her couldn’t hold back and quickly said, "Shouldn’t we go and intervene?"
Clearly, the female soldier was at a disadvantage; the Military Officer seemed to be toying with her, and just watching it happen made one feel indignant.
"Wait a moment."
After pondering for a while, Ella Pemberton shook her head.
"Why?" The Soldier was puzzled.
"They won’t hurt each other," Ella Pemberton stated firmly.
Though she wasn’t fond of treating men and women differently in a fight, the gap in their abilities was clear. If Hutchinson could be considerate towards Flossie, she would respect him as a true man.
"This pushing and shoving..."
The Soldier muttered under his breath, quite indignant.
Considering that Flossie had spent ten days in the solitary room and still came out spirited, the Soldier had to regard her with new eyes, greatly improving his impression of her.
𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Now seeing her being toyed with, he naturally felt disgruntled.
A female soldier, just come out after being put through the wringer and having lost most of her strength, and you’re toying with her, how shameless is that?!
Before the Soldier could finish speaking, Ella Pemberton cut him off and couldn’t help but laugh, "Look."
Startled, the Soldier focused his gaze.
The two who had just been exchanging blows suddenly stopped their movements.
Flossie patted Glenn Hutchinson’s shoulder with a casual, dashing gesture. She said something to him, and then they left together.
They left together...
That silhouette, harmonious, as if nothing had happened at all.
In that moment, the Soldier’s heart also collapsed.
This must be a joke, right?!
— End of Chapter 1135 —