Chapter 1482
Chapter 1482: Stop Looking for Excuses to Carry You (2)_1
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Slender fingers moved over the buttons, unfastening them one by one until half were undone in the blink of an eye.
Realizing something, Flossie Wright furrowed her brow.
"I’m not cold."
With her arms crossed over her chest, Flossie gazed intently, speaking the words clearly.
"You will be soon."
Without any hesitation, Glenn Hutchinson undid the last button.
In the twinkling of an eye, he took off his training jacket.
Taking a step forward, he came to Flossie and, without any explanation, draped the jacket over her shoulders.
Flossie did not move, nor did she refuse.
The sky was growing darker, the view plunging into dimness, but the silhouette of the man before her remained strikingly clear.
She knew many male soldiers, even in this season, wouldn’t dress too bulkingly, just like Sandy Cruz and Rowdy Brightwill, since their bodies had strong resistance to the cold.
She hadn’t expected that Glenn Hutchinson was only wearing two layers.
An outer jacket and just a shirt underneath.
"Aren’t you cold?"
Her gaze paused for two seconds, and Flossie raised her eyebrows, asking unconsciously.
"Not cold."
Glenn Hutchinson answered without a hint of awareness.
Turning around, Glenn faced away from her, "Get on."
Flossie touched her nose.
Indeed, there really were plenty of weirdos in this world.
She didn’t continue to procrastinate; Flossie hooked onto Glenn’s neck and obediently climbed up.
As darkness fell quickly, Glenn quickened his pace slightly, but his back remained steady, and Flossie felt no jostling.
Wearing the warm jacket over her shoulders, with his aura lingering around her nose, Flossie looked dazed in the cold wind for a moment, her eyes shifting unconsciously to the man who was moving steadily along the path.
However, she quickly came back to her senses.
With one arm around Glenn’s neck and the other clutching the jacket’s collar, she leaned out to look at the continuous mountain peaks.
Rugged mountains, biting wind.
Her momentarily chaotic emotions stabilized again.
Flossie closed her eyes and fell asleep.
In such a circumstance, she rarely slept so soundly.
An hour later, at the Base.
Flossie faintly heard the noise of commotion.
The thoughts that had been fading away were suddenly pulled back in one sharp moment.
She abruptly opened her eyes.
At that instant, a strange sensation hit her, and her elbow instinctively tightened around Glenn’s neck.
Caught off guard, Glenn Hutchinson’s face turned ashen.
"Ah, sorry."
Responding in time, it took less than two seconds for Flossie to realize the situation and loosen the force from her elbow.
"..." Glenn Hutchinson was left speechless.
"Are you okay?"
Without hearing a response, Flossie tilted her head slightly, resting her chin on Glenn’s right shoulder, while her left hand reached up to touch Glenn’s neck.
Her icy fingers touched his Adam’s apple, feeling a slight movement there.
"Don’t move around."
Glenn Hutchinson’s voice was deep, his tone slightly stern.
Hearing his robust voice, Flossie guessed he was all right and quickly moved her hand away.
She scanned the surroundings simultaneously.
This was halfway up a hill, with a reasonably open view, and the Base was right in front.
The noise came from the direction of the parade ground, but it was quite far away. The sound carried clearer here because of the openness of the space.
— End of Chapter 1482 —