Chapter 1757
Chapter 1757: How Much Do You Hate? (2)
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Scratching her head, the young nurse involuntarily furrowed her brows as she thought.
No one has come to see Flossie Wright lately, has there? That soldier who often brings food, it’s obvious there’s no chance with Flossie Wright.
Could it be that female soldier who stays with her?
I remember she left this afternoon.
The young nurse shuddered, a fleeting image flashed through her mind, and she bashfully ran off.
Flossie Wright, free of burdens, entered the hospital room with medication in hand.
As she pushed the door open, she closed it behind her.
The sunlight was just right outside, the warm afternoon sun slanted in through the open window, and Glenn Hutchinson was sitting on a nearby stool, his head slightly lowered as he peeled an apple, rays of light streaking over his shoulder, casting dark shadows on the hospital bed.
The bloodstains on his shoulder were startling.
Standing at the door, Flossie Wright glanced at the opposite window, and upon seeing the bloodstains, her brow furrowed slightly.
She walked over, lifted the right hand holding the medication, and tossed it directly onto the bed near Glenn Hutchinson.
Having just finished peeling the apple, Glenn Hutchinson used the fruit knife to lift the neatly peeled apple skin, then with a flick of his hand, threw it into the trash can.
With perfect accuracy.
Then he lifted his eyes to look at Flossie Wright.
"Treat the wound and leave quickly."
Leaning against the door, Flossie Wright lazily watched him, her expression showing a hint of impatience.
Clearly, she was unwilling for Glenn Hutchinson to stay there.
Glenn Hutchinson slowly withdrew his gaze.
Placing the fruit knife and apple on the table, Glenn Hutchinson stood up from the stool, slowly and deliberately removing his jacket.
Soon, his black jacket was tossed aside, and wearing a white shirt, he just so happened to stand beneath the slanting sun, backlit, his front hidden in shadow, while bright light enveloped him from behind.
Strangely, gentle beyond belief.
Seeing him, Flossie Wright slightly frowned, then discreetly retracted her gaze.
"I can’t see."
Unbuttoning two buttons of his shirt, Glenn Hutchinson slightly furrowed his brow, then quickly spoke to Flossie Wright.
Flossie Wright scrutinized him.
The location near the collarbone...
He indeed couldn’t see it.
Frowning irritably, Flossie Wright glanced at him, then lowered her eyes to sweep over the medications, and walked directly across.
Circumnavigating a bed, Flossie Wright didn’t approach Glenn Hutchinson but instead veered to the table.
With a dexterous hand, she found a round mirror amidst a heap of messy food.
Not big, left by the nurse, intended for them to primp occasionally.
Though they rarely used it, now at least it had a use.
Placing the mirror in front of Glenn Hutchinson, Flossie Wright remarked offhandedly, "If you can’t see with the mirror, go to the restroom."
Glenn Hutchinson turned slightly, lowering his head to look at the calmly composed Flossie Wright.
Her cold demeanor was absolute, even her earlier irritation was completely gone, her dark, bright eyes clean, devoid of any excess emotion.
Every time he saw her like this, Glenn Hutchinson couldn’t help but have a headache.
"I’m going out for a bit."
Annoyed by his gaze, Flossie Wright’s expression turned cold as she indifferently muttered.
Finished speaking, she turned to leave.
Raising a hand to place on her shoulder, Glenn Hutchinson lowered his eyes to look at her, his voice low and gentle, "Eat the apple first."
— End of Chapter 1757 —