Chapter 1338
Chapter 1338: Escaping the Ambush (1)_1
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"Bring a rope over," Hutchinson Glenn commanded indifferently as he stared intently at Flossie Wright.
Flossie Wright: "..."
Following Hutchinson Glenn’s command, Dallion Collins soon came over with a hemp rope and handed it over to Hutchinson Glenn without asking why.
He then left promptly.
Flossie Wright pursed her lips slightly and lifted her eyes to look at Hutchinson Glenn, who was holding the hemp rope.
She had a bad premonition.
"There are many ways you could attempt to escape."
After cutting a piece off, Hutchinson Glenn looked at Flossie Wright, his dark eyes devoid of any ripple.
Flossie Wright frowned but remained silent.
As Hutchinson Glenn mentioned, there were indeed many ways for her to break that rope.
All she needed was a minute when Hutchinson Glenn’s gaze was away from her.
Clearly, Hutchinson Glenn had anticipated this and intended to make it more difficult for her.
Flossie Wright stretched out her legs.
Highly cooperative.
Her legs were long, and even the loose military trousers she wore couldn’t hide their length.
The military boots on her feet, obviously soaked by seawater, had become even darker in color.
Raising his eyebrows, Hutchinson Glenn lifted the corner of his mouth in a light smile, then put the hemp rope aside to undo Flossie Wright’s military boots instead.
Flossie Wright’s expression darkened.
She was internally itching with hatred, longing to curse, but considering her current identity, she had to suppress this bout of resentment.
Let him have his way!
Thus, Hutchinson Glenn removed her boots without any resistance, along with her socks, exposing her pale feet that had not endured sun and rain.
Flossie Wright’s body was certainly favored by the heavens; she had a delicate face, beautiful features, a tall figure, and for some reason, her skin did not tan, not even her dainty feet.
Hutchinson Glenn glanced at them for a moment.
Flossie Wright, whose feet had long lost sensation, paid no attention to these details, her mind entirely focused on how to escape.
It wasn’t until Hutchinson Glenn’s warm hands grasped her ankles, transmitting warmth through her cold skin, that her senses began to awaken bit by bit.
Flossie Wright lowered her gaze toward her feet.
Contrary to what she expected, there was no rope binding her legs; instead, Hutchinson Glenn’s hands covered her feet, slowly spreading warmth.
Somewhat startled, Flossie Wright’s expression turned somewhat odd.
"Not tying them?"
Flossie Wright asked coldly.
Despite her indifferent expression, her rigid tone carried a hint of awkwardness.
Hutchinson Glenn paid her no mind.
In this season, the temperature during the day was still bearable, but at night it was a mere three to four degrees. Flossie Wright was soaked through; it would be odd if she weren’t cold.
This was not a cold endurance training, and Flossie Wright did not need to suffer so much.
Flossie Wright frowned and tried to pull her legs away, but before she could apply any force, the grip on her feet tightened, leaving her no room to move.
"Try to move," Hutchinson Glenn raised an eyebrow and looked up, his warning to Flossie Wright was threatening.
Flossie Wright was mute.
Completely at his mercy, she was utterly powerless.
Releasing her feet, Hutchinson Glenn took off his half-dry jacket and laid it on the Grassland next to Flossie Wright.
"Lie down and get some sleep," Hutchinson Glenn said haltingly, his tone brooking no argument.
His gaze bore into her, always carrying a force that felt impossible to resist.
— End of Chapter 1338 —