Chapter 1739
Chapter 1739: You Have Better Options Than Leaving Here (3)
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"He’s very busy."
Glenn Hutchinson said in a deep voice.
Flossie Wright smirked gently, eyes full of mockery.
Helpless, Glenn Hutchinson compromised, "You should rest first."
"Hungry," Flossie Wright slipped from his grip and pointed at the bag of fruit nearby, "Peel an apple."
Glenn Hutchinson glanced at her, then at the bag of fruit, seeming to have no objection.
So he walked away from the bedside, turning to get a fruit knife.
At the moment he turned around, Flossie Wright’s shoulder throbbed painfully, her brow suddenly furrowing.
But when he returned with the knife and apple, her expression had already returned to calm.
Glenn Hutchinson stared at her for a few moments before focusing on peeling the apple.
Feeling uncomfortable from the pain, Flossie Wright lay back down.
Half a minute later, the act of Glenn Hutchinson peeling the apple successfully distracted Flossie Wright.
Actually, Glenn Hutchinson’s knife skills weren’t bad.
But to someone of Flossie Wright’s caliber...
An apple being peeled with the peel breaking twice already ruins its aesthetics.
Glenn Hutchinson broke three times.
Thus, he was thoroughly despised by Flossie Wright.
Squinting at the diced apple handed to her, Flossie Wright shot Glenn Hutchinson a glance, and evaluated in a serious tone.
Glenn Hutchinson was slightly stunned.
Soon, he realized something.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
Injured like this, she still has the mood to fuss over this?
Holding the apple piece to her mouth, he paused, observing her unwillingness to open her mouth, Glenn Hutchinson sighed helplessly.
"Not hungry?" Glenn Hutchinson asked.
"Not hungry."
She replied without question.
Glenn Hutchinson’s expression stiffened.
Then, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
She was mad at him and chose such childish ways...
Resigned, dropping the apple piece, Glenn Hutchinson stepped out of the ward.
Just when Flossie Wright thought he’d left for good and prepared to nap, Glenn Hutchinson returned with a bowl of congee.
He walked straight to her bedside, sat down, and said with a hint of gentleness, "Drink this first, I’ll peel slowly."
Flossie Wright glanced at him.
About to speak, she found he had already lifted a spoonful of congee to her lips.
The temperature was just right, neither too cold nor too hot.
After a brief pause, Flossie Wright didn’t act coy, obediently opening her mouth to eat.
Surviving in the desert, not eating well, not sleeping well, and constant travel led to extreme fatigue.
If she weren’t injured, she could argue with Glenn Hutchinson, but now health takes priority—anger is one matter, recovering herself is another.
Both of them stayed silent.
Glenn Hutchinson attentively took care of the congee, while Flossie Wright ate quietly. A nurse came by to administer medication and teased Glenn Hutchinson, admiring how perfectly he played the role of a dutiful officer.
𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Yet, pressured by Glenn Hutchinson and Flossie Wright’s presence, the nurse left hastily after a few words.
After feeding the congee, Glenn Hutchinson encouraged Flossie Wright to sleep again, then sat beside her silently peeling apples.
Flossie Wright woke once to see Glenn Hutchinson’s head lowered, eyes downcast, meticulously peeling apples, surprisingly gentle, with several unsatisfactorily peeled apples placed beside him.
— End of Chapter 1739 —