Chapter 1256
Chapter 1256: I’ll Wait for You Downstairs (8)_1
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"I don’t want to."
The low-pressure voice carried a tenderness that was enough to drown a person.
In that moment, Flossie Wright’s grip on his collar slightly relaxed.
"I’ll just hold you for a while."
Holding her tightly, Glenn Hutchinson rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered into her ear. His intoxicating words felt as though they could soften even the hardest heart.
Glenn Hutchinson’s embrace was different from before, coated in a chill, yet the scent was surprisingly familiar.
Standing stiffly in place, Flossie did not actively accept, but neither did she resist fiercely.
She let Glenn Hutchinson hold her.
The rain grew heavier, pattering on the umbrella, but Flossie felt no raindrops falling on her.
The umbrella in Glenn Hutchinson’s hand covered her completely, yet he himself was exposed to the downpour.
Time passed—
"You have a fever?"
Sensing something was wrong, Glenn Hutchinson slightly loosened his hold and placed his cold palm on her forehead.
Pale-faced, Flossie shifted and responded softly.
His hand on her shoulder, Glenn Hutchinson was about to bend down to pick her up when her delicate fingers tightly grabbed his shoulder, stopping his movement.
"I’m fine."
Her eyes shimmered brightly, and her expression was calm and composed, not concerned about such a minor issue.
"If you’re fine, then I’ll be going."
Forcibly grabbing the hand that was pressing on her shoulder, Flossie applied force with her fingers, forcefully moving it away.
Glenn Hutchinson had not used much strength, but Flossie had so much energy even with a high fever—it surprised him, making him give her an odd look.
Accustomed to her repeated refusals, he was even somewhat surprised by her compliance just now.
He didn’t feel any joy.
Flossie was evidently burdened with heavy thoughts, yet he could detect nothing.
"The umbrella."
As she stepped back, Glenn Hutchinson once again grabbed her shoulder, then passed the umbrella in his hand to her.
With steady steps, Flossie glanced over her shoulder and gave him a measured look.
"For me?" she asked suddenly, raising an eyebrow.
Glenn Hutchinson responded gravely.
After a pause and some contemplation, Flossie then lifted her hand and grabbed the umbrella handle presented in front of her.
Her distinctly jointed fingers, now slightly pale, were dampened by rain.
Accepting without any politeness, Flossie decisively turned around and walked toward the Dormitory building.
Her steps were steady, her slender figure retreating, step by step. It wasn’t until she reached the first floor corridor that she closed the umbrella and slowly ascended the stairs.
During this time, she did not look back once.
Glenn Hutchinson watched her retreating figure.
In an instant, Glenn Hutchinson was drenched by the rain, his military green uniform becoming even darker as it soaked up the rainwater.
Flossie arrived at the third floor.
Gripping the umbrella handle tightly, when she relaxed her hold just a bit, her finger joints sent waves of aching pain.
At the door of Dormitory 307, Flossie kicked it open, entered the moment it swung wide, and then quickly shut it behind her.
Glenn Hutchinson stared at the abruptly closed dormitory door.
His eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes a cooler shade.
As the tightly shut dormitory door filled his view, he paused for a moment, then prepared to turn and leave.
The moment he turned around, in the midst of the pitter-patter of rain, he suddenly heard a series of dull sounds.
It was like the sound of wood being struck and breaking apart.
His right eyelid twitched.
Immediately, Glenn Hutchinson looked up again at Dormitory 307’s silent door, then quickly turned and strode toward the staircase.
Speeding to the third floor, Glenn Hutchinson located the door number and pushed open the door without hesitation.
In an instant—
An unimaginable scene unfolded before his eyes.
To the left by the balcony bed, a closet door had a hole punched through from the outside, forcefully breaking the panel.
A scene of complete violence.
In the entire dormitory, there was only one person.
Flossie sat in a chair, her head slightly bowed, a white towel draped over her head, with half her face as pale as paper barely visible.
At the sound of the door opening, she turned her head to look, and her right hand on the table, horribly mangled, came clearly into Glenn Hutchinson’s view.
Seeing this scene, Glenn Hutchinson immediately thought of something, and his expression turned dark as the bottom of a pot.
Walking in, he shut the door behind him and quickly approached Flossie.
"Give me your hand."
Glenn Hutchinson said sternly and decisively, with a tone that brooked no argument.
Had he not spoken, Flossie wouldn’t have noticed, but as soon as he did, she immediately withdrew her hand resting on the table.
Glenn Hutchinson’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
Without giving her time, Glenn Hutchinson stepped forward, grabbing the hand she put down and bringing it in front of himself.
Several splinters of wood were embedded in the back of her hand, blood running freely.
At that moment, anger surged in Glenn Hutchinson as he stared intently at Flossie and said in a low, furious voice, "Flossie Wright, can’t you be more careful?!"
— End of Chapter 1256 —