Chapter 1866
Chapter 1866: Mom (3)
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"What’s up?" Glenn Hutchinson asked curiously.
"What did you say to him?"
Flossie Wright shot him a glance, raising her eyebrow.
"Taught him the etiquette of titles," Glenn Hutchinson said seriously.
Flossie narrowed her eyes.
Trusting him would be foolish!
"Not okay?" Glenn Hutchinson asked, puzzled.
Flossie gave him a crooked smile.
Glenn Hutchinson glanced at her, amused, and took a step closer.
Flossie raised her hand, hooking it around his neck.
"Glenn Hutchinson," she lifted her other hand, nudging his chin, Flossie’s eyes grew colder, "I don’t mind discussing things with you beforehand and I’ll consider them carefully, but if you try any dirty tricks again, you’re done for."
"Your words?"
Glenn Hutchinson lowered his eyes, seriously looking at her.
"My words."
Flossie raised an eyebrow, responding decisively.
The state between them, Flossie had contemplated seriously.
She habitually rejected any negotiable matter, opting to avoid difficult topics or handle them perfunctorily. What she accepted of Glenn Hutchinson’s kindness was mostly based on subjective judgment.
Seldom did she act impulsively.
She felt that because of her identity, she ought to accept, and thus she did.
Thinking it through, this relationship seemed even more strained than when they were friends.
Perhaps Glenn Hutchinson knew this, so instead of discussing with her, he’d arrange pitfall after pitfall.
Initially acceptable things became naturally hard to accept when arranged this way.
Might as well lay it all out.
Flossie thought she genuinely liked Glenn Hutchinson, yet she was still uneasy.
Or she couldn’t compare to Glenn Hutchinson’s feelings.
"What do you want to eat?"
Glenn Hutchinson’s lips curled into a subtle smile, his voice deep and seductive.
"All the ingredients are cut already. Do as you please."
Releasing Glenn Hutchinson, Flossie said calmly.
As soon as she spoke, Glenn Hutchinson leaned down slightly and planted a brief kiss on her lips.
A light, casual kiss like a dragonfly touching water; Glenn Hutchinson was in a good mood, smiled, and headed to the kitchen.
Flossie stood in place, watching Glenn Hutchinson leave out of the corner of her eye without any trace of anger.
Meanwhile—
Flynn Reid, having just poured water and intending to return, stood frozen in place, unsure whether to deliver water to Flossie or avoid her.
"Come here."
Noticing him, Flossie raised her eyebrow slightly.
So, Flynn Reid quickly walked over.
"My water."
Flossie said lightly, looking at him thoughtfully.
"Right here."
Flynn Reid promptly handed over the cup of water.
Taking the cup, Flossie didn’t hurry to eat but took advantage while Glenn Hutchinson, the heartless dad, was cooking, to take Flynn Reid to the sofa, asking a few questions.
Mostly about Flynn Reid’s upcoming living conditions.
In Flossie’s memories, Erina Taylor’s experiences in youth were quite unique; from a young age, she was sent by her parents to school to practice martial arts, learning basics, and at five she was appointed a martial arts master for specialized training until she officially returned to the Taylor Family at eleven.
At home, her parents were quite lenient with her, only enforcing strict rules and occasional ideological education.
The Taylor Family parents were the type who, even if she made mistakes, would first inquire about the circumstances, and if confirmed at fault, would explain it to Erina Taylor, later punishing her to stand in horse stance or do handstands.
Erina Taylor didn’t live in an ordinary family.
She learned independence from a young age, knowing how to protect herself.
Thus, she didn’t quite grasp the degree of independence in children nowadays, or rather, the Hutchinson Family’s children.
After all, though Glenn Hutchinson was free on weekends, he couldn’t accompany Flynn Reid every day.
Could a child grow healthily just with occasional care from neighbors?
Flossie didn’t quite understand, so she spent some effort extracting the information she wanted from Flynn Reid.
Surprisingly, Flynn Reid had his own ideas.
One could say he didn’t need Glenn Hutchinson’s constant companionship; he already figured out the school routes and spent an afternoon getting acquainted with children around his age in the neighborhood. He also greeted the family across the street with Joshua Bailey’s help, and their relationship was quite amicable.
The family across agreed to take care of Flynn Reid’s dinner, of course, Joshua Bailey slipped them some money.
Flynn Reid could solve breakfast on the road by finding a stall, and lunch was covered by school, so no worries there.
There was a washing machine at home, and Flynn Reid could wash his own clothes; he just needed to hang them up to dry.
Without any hints, Flossie led him through a general talk, listening to Flynn Reid’s complete analysis.
His thinking was clear. He could explain comprehensively to Flossie everything he might experience in a day, even foresee some unexpected situations and devise all the solutions he could think of.
After listening through, Flossie pondered carefully. These problems and solutions seemed quite obvious given Flynn Reid’s age and intellect.
It was a bit surprising.
After all, those growing up under parental care wouldn’t necessarily think so thoroughly.
Later, Flossie learned from Glenn Hutchinson that the reason he agreed to bring Flynn Reid was that Flynn Reid convinced him with his own thinking approach.
This child made you feel he truly had the ability to take care of himself.
Despite his young age, with innate traits no different from other children.
"Sister," after finishing, Flynn Reid’s eyes rolled, then he moved closer to Flossie with eager eyes, "Can I call you ’Mom’?"
— End of Chapter 1866 —