Chapter 1588
Chapter 1588: Taking Care of the Whole Family (3)_1
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If Flossie Wright had truly been severely punished upon her return—
That would have been quite unjust.
In the jeep.
Flossie Wright took the passenger seat.
Glenn Hutchinson came to the driver’s seat.
The car door was shut with a "clack."
Not in a hurry to start the vehicle, Glenn Hutchinson spoke directly to Flossie Wright.
"What?" Flossie seemed puzzled.
"What do you think?" Glenn Hutchinson retorted.
Flossie tilted her head, catching the determination in Glenn Hutchinson’s eyes, knew she couldn’t hide anything, and after thinking it over, she recounted the events truthfully to Glenn Hutchinson.
Of course, many details were just briefly mentioned.
Shooting training, she had won very cleanly, without a doubt.
Latter, the squadron leader, unable to save face, initiated another hand-to-hand combat challenge, and Flossie Wright won that as well.
However, she didn’t mention that it was a three against one situation at the time.
Following that, the squadron leader had an ashen face, so Flossie took the opportunity to get a few people together to play some common games in the Forces, lifting the heavy atmosphere before sneaking away.
There she was, just leaving the crowd when she ran into Glenn Hutchinson.
Flossie Wright was very cautious throughout her description, not blaming anyone and meanwhile watching for any changes in Glenn Hutchinson’s expression.
Glenn Hutchinson listened quietly to her concise account.
"What do you think of this Forces?" Glenn asked in a deep voice.
"Not bad," Flossie said, glancing outside the window at the sky that was about to close the day.
After a short pause, Glenn continued, "Compared to Eddy Codalt, Aaron Doom?"
"What do you mean?" Flossie raised her eyebrows.
"Just say whatever you want."
Glenn Hutchinson’s gaze landed on Flossie’s delicate face. She looked indifferent, seemingly unaffected.
"Staying here would be very easy; there would be no danger. The squadron cherishes and the platoon adores," Flossie said lightly, after a brief pause, a subtle curve emerged on her lips, "But, it’s not for me."
"There are many choices here."
Glenn Hutchinson spoke with a stern expression, pronouncing each word deliberately.
"So?" Flossie asked lightly.
"Staying with Aaron Doom brings a lot of instability," Glenn said slowly, each word as if weighed and dropped into the heart, "Flossie Wright, having seen a comfortable Forces, would you still be willing to take the risk and stay?"
She slowly drew back her gaze that had drifted off into the distance.
Flossie tilted her head and in her bright dark eyes reflected the image of Glenn Hutchinson.
He was serious and earnest; every word he spoke had been thoroughly considered.
Therefore, the slight annoyance Flossie had felt when first questioned by him instantly evaporated.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Flossie lowered her voice a notch, "Just on that point, I can accept."
"Do you have concerns?" Glenn Hutchinson looked straight at her and asked softly.
"Can’t tell me?" he inquired further.
"Yes," Flossie answered decisively.
The conversation ceased.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
After ten seconds.
Glenn Hutchinson suddenly asked, "What do you want to eat?"
After a pause, Flossie’s eyes again swept outside, and she said faintly, "Hotpot."
So, Glenn Hutchinson finally started the car.
The Jeep backed out, then followed the original path back.
It wasn’t completely dark yet, and through the Jeep window, Flossie could see the spacious parade ground outside.
— End of Chapter 1588 —