Chapter 1238
Chapter 1238 I’ll Treat You to a Meal, You Cook (1)_1
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Outside on the playground.
The noise seemed to be isolated; the silent playground, in the waning twilight, was filled only with the sounds of insects and birds.
The hustle and bustle gradually faded away.
As soon as they arrived on the playground, they saw two people standing on the Grassland.
They stood face to face, neither conceding in aura. In the warm sunset, their straight and upright silhouettes became silhouettes in Base’s lingering sun. The side profiles were nothing but black shapes, their expressions invisible, even the emotions in their eyes and brows.
Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols unconsciously came to a halt.
They did not step forward.
From a distance, they could still hear the sound of an argument.
"Rowdy Brightwill, I’m not here to argue with you," Nancy Phillips drew a deep breath and stared intently at Rowdy Brightwill, speaking deliberately, "But I would advise you not to always be so eager with Flossie Wright when she’s indifferent, it really doesn’t suit you."
She was originally here to give a gift; it just so happened that Rowdy Brightwill came out for a breath of air, and she had not expected that at such a time Rowdy Brightwill would also ask her about Flossie Wright.
Ordinarily, it would have been okay, but today was Rowdy Brightwill’s birthday. Flossie Wright had no intention of looking for him, did Rowdy Brightwill really have to be so demeaning?
He really wasn’t acting like a man!
"I don’t want to argue with you either," Rowdy Brightwill said softly, looking down at her with his hands slightly clenched, "Forget what I just said, but whether I care about her or not, that’s my business, it has nothing to do with you."
"Right, it was me being nosy,"
Nancy Phillips spoke coldly, and her gaze gradually darkened.
The afterglow that fell on her vanished in the blink of an eye, and suddenly the dark night enveloped everything, leaving Nancy Phillips only feeling the oncoming chill.
She had known Rowdy Brightwill for nearly three years, they had sparred and grown together, often bantering, but their relationship had never been bad; they had even faced life and death together on missions.
She thought that even if Rowdy Brightwill had no romantic feelings for her, at the very least, there was a bond of friendship.
But she had not anticipated that, for Flossie Wright, who was neither hot nor cold towards him, he would unhesitatingly push her aside.
Having said that coldly, Nancy Phillips turned to leave, but Rowdy Brightwill, with a furrowed brow, caught a glance of her and reached out to grab her wrist.
Nancy Phillips stopped.
"I have something to tell you," Rowdy Brightwill said in a low voice, the tone carrying deep frustration.
"What is it?"
Turning to face him, Nancy Phillips looked up calmly, assailed by an ominous premonition.
Meanwhile—
Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols stood beyond their field of vision.
Their conversation had quieted down, and the two observers couldn’t make out what was being said, but Flossie Wright could "see" it clearly.
However, she had lost interest.
She raised her hand and passed the wooden box to Belinda Nichols.
After looking at her, Belinda Nichols took the wooden box, her expression still unchanged.
"I’m leaving first. You can give the gift, and wish them a happy breakup for me," Flossie Wright said indifferently, then turned around, one hand in her pocket, the other raised in a wave, signaling a farewell gesture.
Belinda Nichols watched her retreating figure.
What Flossie Wright said should be accurate.
The relationship between Rowdy Brightwill and Nancy Phillips would undoubtedly become as strained as Flossie Wright had said.
After pondering briefly, Belinda Nichols decided to put it out of her mind, not caring much about it.
She too turned and headed to the cafeteria.
There were no obstacles on the playground; standing there was too conspicuous, better to wait back in the cafeteria.
— End of Chapter 1238 —