Chapter 1848
Chapter 1848: Marry Me (3)
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After a slight pause, Flossie Wright glanced at him and quickly walked over.
Glenn Hutchinson glanced at the seat beside him.
After thinking for a moment, Flossie sat down as instructed.
"Tell me," Glenn Hutchinson placed his right elbow on the table, looked at her earnestly, and slowly spoke, "Comrade Flossie Wright, how did you hook up this time?"
Flossie leisurely glanced at him.
Every move, her expression and tone, carried a teasing vibe.
She chuckled faintly.
"Take a guess."
Standing up, Flossie couldn’t be bothered with him.
She went straight to the kitchen.
After the selection process ended, the cooks who had been afraid to approach her finally sought her out one evening.
The gist was to ask for advice on knife skills.
Of course, it wasn’t for free; as long as Flossie was willing to teach, in the future, as long as it wasn’t excessive, she could ask for any favor.
Such a deal, Flossie naturally agreed to.
Since then, she occasionally went to the kitchen in the evenings to teach them some knife skills and, along the way, prepare the ingredients needed for the next day, greatly easing the pressure on the cooks.
As a result——
Flossie rightfully became popular in the cooking class.
Whenever she came for a meal, even if she didn’t say anything, they would sneak her an extra dish.
Flossie accepted it with an easy conscience.
Now, since it was called a "treat," Flossie didn’t cook but took on the task of chopping, ensuring the presentation of each dish.
And, while she was in the kitchen, Glenn Hutchinson also inquired about her deeds in the cooking class.
Thinking of how Flossie, despite being a cook, had blinding knife skills while cooking could kill anyone, Glenn Hutchinson couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
Half an hour later.
Flossie carried out three dishes and a soup.
Plus a bowl of white rice.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Glancing at Flossie who was placing the bowl on the table, Glenn Hutchinson’s expression turned inexplicably serious.
Pausing in the act of picking up the rice bowl, Flossie glanced at him before handing the rice bowl to him.
Yet, before she could retract her hand, Glenn Hutchinson grabbed it.
She stood to Glenn Hutchinson’s left, and it was with his left hand that he held hers as well.
Almost instinctively, Flossie looked towards his injured left shoulder.
"What’s up?"
Frowning, Flossie didn’t pull her hand back.
Glenn Hutchinson glanced at the seat beside him.
He didn’t speak with his eyes.
Thinking it over, Flossie couldn’t figure out what game he was playing. So she went along and sat down beside him.
"Today is your birthday."
Not releasing her hand, Glenn Hutchinson turned to look at her, speaking deliberately.
Flossie’s eyelid twitched as she responded blandly.
Unknowingly, this identity of Flossie Wright’s was already 23 years old.
"I just picked up a marriage application form."
Glenn Hutchinson placed his right hand on the table, letting a marriage application form drop onto it.
While Flossie was in the kitchen, Glenn Hutchinson had gone to the nearby Office Building.
He immediately asked the Boss for this tucked-away form.
A slight daze.
After a while, Flossie squinted at Glenn Hutchinson, her lips curling up slightly as she spoke with a hint of sincerity, "Congratulations."
Her tone was leisurely, like a friend getting married, without factoring herself in.
Glenn Hutchinson looked at her helplessly.
He pushed the form forward, sliding it to the table beside Flossie.
Yet, from start to finish, his gaze stayed on Flossie.
"Marry me."
He spoke deliberately, Glenn Hutchinson’s voice rich and magnetic.
Flossie didn’t even think about it before she straightforwardly refused.
She had just agreed to stay, and then he threw a marriage application form at her?
"You’re already at the age for a late marriage." His hand left the paper, Glenn Hutchinson said nonchalantly.
The tone, lacking in seriousness, had a teasing bent.
Flossie shot him a sideways glance.
"I’m not forcing you," Glenn Hutchinson said, picking up the chopsticks and looking at her, "Whenever you feel like marrying, just fill out the form and hand it to me."
— End of Chapter 1848 —