Chapter 1137
Chapter 1137 Hutchinson Invites Peach Blossoms (2)_1
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But she hadn’t thought it through.
No one had told her what to choose when faced with such a dilemma.
She suddenly remembered that her parents from her past life had taught her many lessons, but they never anticipated the future, nor did they expect their daughter to encounter such a future.
So, they hadn’t taught her what to do if she felt something for a man who was related to the downfall of her own family...
What she should do.
With a soft sigh, her train of thought was interrupted, and Flossie Wright suddenly looked up to find that Glenn Hutchinson was already standing before her.
"Not taking a shower?"
With a smile in his eyes, Glenn Hutchinson asked in a low voice, his tone carrying a seductive magnetism.
Flossie Wright quickly responded.
She gripped her clothes a bit tighter and turned around, heading toward the balcony.
And by the way, she closed the door leading to the balcony.
Watching her figure disappear, Glenn Hutchinson slightly furrowed his brows and after a moment of reflection, he turned his head toward Flossie Wright’s computer desk and bookshelf.
The laptop was closed and casually placed on the desk, the power cord unplugged. Beside the laptop, there were two books about cold weapons with a pen next to them for taking notes.
Besides that, the desk was spotless.
To the right, there was a three-tier bookshelf; on the middle tier, there were a few books and two notebooks for jotting notes.
On the bottom tier, there was a set of skincare products and a cell phone.
At a glance, there was nothing else.
The sound of the shower drifted to his ears, and Glenn Hutchinson glanced over at the balcony. When he withdrew his gaze, he unexpectedly noticed a familiar notebook sandwiched between the books on the middle shelf.
It was still there.
He paused for a moment, then reached out and took the notebook.
He casually flipped through it.
The first part was filled with his handwriting, but every now and then, a delicate script would add a few lines; by the end, it was all that graceful and unrestrained handwriting.
The handwriting matched the person.
The script was beautiful enough but not meticulous, the strokes were carefree, carrying a brisk and unbounded strength.
For some reason, it felt somewhat discordant.
He felt as if he had seen Flossie Wright’s handwriting somewhere before, but it seemed somewhat different from what was in front of him now.
His memory was fuzzy.
Doubt flashed by, and then it was overtaken by a hint of pleasure.
He had thought that with a stubborn character like Flossie Wright’s, even if you begged and pleaded, she wouldn’t listen to your advice.
His eyes flickered, and the fingers holding the notebook tightened a little.
It wasn’t long before Flossie Wright had taken her shower and walked out in a fresh set of workout clothes.
Pushing open the balcony door, Flossie Wright came in and began towel-drying her hair as she looked at Glenn Hutchinson, who was surfing the web on her laptop in her spot.
𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Glancing at him and thinking of her laptop she had left on, Flossie Wright didn’t feel annoyed.
After all, she often played with Glenn Hutchinson’s phone.
"Have you eaten?"
She walked over and suddenly asked.
He calmly replied, standing up and giving her a brief glance.
Shrugging, Flossie Wright tossed the towel aside and said directly, "Then let’s go."
Glenn Hutchinson’s gaze settled on her damp hair.
So, as she walked by, he reached out, wrapped his arms around her shoulders from the front, pulled her forward a step, and casually opened the closet next to them.
"What are you doing?"
— End of Chapter 1137 —