Chapter 1763
Chapter 1763: Shameless as Hutchinson (4)
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As Flossie Wright was about to turn back, she heard a very cheery and flirtatious greeting.
Her brow slightly moved, and Flossie paused but instead quickened her pace a little.
The voice behind her suddenly became urgent.
Flossie ignored it.
She also appropriately accelerated her steps.
As a result—
Marcel Smith chased her all the way to the second-floor stairway before catching up with Flossie, who was deliberately slowing down.
Using a crutch to move forward, Marcel was almost furious by the time he caught up with Flossie.
Never seen someone so good at messing with others.
"What do you want?"
Stopping, Flossie leaned against the railing and looked at him blandly.
"Of course, I have something to say."
Marcel nodded instantly.
However, he didn’t hurry to speak but rather took deep breaths to catch his breath.
Walking so fast with a crutch was exhausting.
Flossie was concise and direct.
"I wanted to ask you something..." Taking a deep breath, Marcel just got to the point, but the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a certain figure, and he immediately changed his tune, "Well, it’s so late now. You should rest well. Whatever it is, we can talk about it another day."
When he said this, Marcel’s expression was particularly calm, unintentionally revealing a hint of ambiguity.
Flossie’s mouth twitched slightly.
But, in the next moment, she heard a steady footstep slowly approaching in the quiet corridor.
Instinctively, Flossie looked over there.
Glenn Hutchinson appeared in the corridor, dim lighting falling on him, as if his aura was tinged with a bit of coolness.
Flossie immediately frowned.
Given the time, Glenn Hutchinson was the least likely person to appear here.
Marcel lived in the hospital and, half an hour ago, had been observing her running, so there was no surprise he caught up later.
Where did Glenn Hutchinson come from?
Not long after, Glenn Hutchinson, who was walking slowly, stopped beside the two.
His aura was cold. As soon as he stopped, the oppressive feeling emanated from him, initially aimed at Marcel, but Flossie standing nearby was also inadvertently affected.
"I’ll give you ten seconds."
Looking coldly at Marcel, Glenn Hutchinson spoke one word at a time, his voice falling slowly into their ears, each word was chilling.
"Well, how about twenty seconds?"
𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
A bit unnerved inside, but Marcel, shameless as he is, was best at "feigning composure" as a way to "court death."
Glenn Hutchinson’s eyes became fierce, and a murderous intent swept past inadvertently.
"Okay, okay, I’ll leave right away!" Marcel reluctantly conceded.
"Six seconds."
Glenn Hutchinson added in a cool voice.
Marcel’s heart trembled, and he immediately left, supporting himself with the crutch.
His movements were incredibly fast.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished completely from their sight.
Flossie watched him leave quickly and soon retracted her gaze.
Not intending to pay any attention to Glenn Hutchinson, Flossie moved to walk past him, heading directly to the ward.
Just two steps in, Glenn Hutchinson blocked her path again.
"What is it?"
Lightly raising her eyebrow, Flossie asked with slight impatience.
"Bringing you a late-night snack."
Looking down at her, Glenn Hutchinson’s voice softened considerably.
"..." After a moment of silence, Flossie was speechless, paused, and then squeezed out two words through her teeth, "No need."
In the middle of the night, coming specifically to deliver—
Uh, a late-night snack?!
"Your diet recently is my responsibility." Glenn Hutchinson said in a deep voice.
"Reason." Flossie glanced sideways at him.
"I am the instructor."
Glenn Hutchinson’s voice was affirmative.
"..." Mouth twitching lightly, Flossie lazily said, "Not accepting."
She was hospitalized now, injured, and bore no responsibility to be on call.
The important thing is—
Looking at Glenn Hutchinson’s face now, Flossie couldn’t help but get angry.
Beating him up wouldn’t be enough to vent her anger.
Moreover, Glenn Hutchinson’s current behavior was likely with intentions more than—
Meeting her needs for recovery.
Slightly moving his brow, Glenn Hutchinson’s expression softened somewhat, "To speed up your recovery."
Flossie gave him a leisurely look.
Whether it was a reason he found randomly or he indeed planned this, Flossie, whose thoughts were currently on her physical recovery, easily accepted his explanation.
What’s needed is just a proper reason.
After a long pause.
Flossie nodded, "Fine."
This agreement was a tacit acceptance.
Flossie wouldn’t have thought this was just Glenn Hutchinson’s first step.
One misstep leads to a cascade of mistakes.
Thinking back on her days in the hospital later, just thinking about it gave Flossie a headache.
With Flossie nodding, Glenn Hutchinson took full advantage of the situation appropriately.
As a person with a purpose, Glenn Hutchinson, despite his formidable reputation in the forces, could shamelessly find reasons in front of Flossie.
For example, your right hand is inconvenient, I’ll feed you, although the late-night snack was just porridge that could be eaten with a spoon.
For example, waiting for you to finish eating before leaving, and conveniently taking the utensils to wash.
And so on...
In short, all day long, just delivering four meals a day, Glenn Hutchinson had endless reasons to linger around Flossie.
Despite Flossie’s speaking skills, under Glenn Hutchinson’s intense persistence, she couldn’t argue a single word.
Beyond a cold face, she had no other way.
As a result, Marcel never had a chance to get close to Flossie, eventually giving up on her and looking for a "new interest" to flirt with in the hospital.
Marcel didn’t know, this unspoken matter brought a lot of trouble to both him and Flossie.
— End of Chapter 1763 —