Chapter 1868
Chapter 1868: Because I’m Good at It, I Don’t Want to Lose (2)
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"No way?!" Rowdy Brightwill’s surprised voice came through.
After a moment, Belinda Nichols squeezed out a word from between her teeth, "No."
Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow slightly.
Belinda Nichols was picky with food to the point of driving everyone mad.
Of course, she could eat all kinds of compressed biscuits and the food Flossie Wright baked, but generally, the vibe while eating was a bit chilly.
"What’s going on?"
Thinking for a moment, Flossie Wright pushed the door open and went in.
The two people in the room immediately looked toward the door.
Belinda Nichols was sitting on the bed, with a white towel draped over her head. Rowdy Brightwill was standing next to her, holding several boxes of various sizes, all filled with medications.
"Oh," Rowdy Brightwill was the first to react, explaining, "She was practicing diving at night and accidentally caught a cold. She got some abrasions when I pulled her up."
As he said this, Rowdy Brightwill felt a little embarrassed.
After all, he was rescuing her and didn’t expect to bump Belinda Nichols’ knee quite hard.
Even though Belinda Nichols was avoiding his treatment, he caught a glimpse when she was checking it. Her knee was quite seriously injured with several bruises and even some abrasions around it.
So, he went back to the dormitory and brought out all the medications he had stored, and along the way, grabbed quite a few from Sandy Cruz.
Flossie Wright crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow playfully.
"Yeah."
𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Instinctively, Rowdy Brightwill responded nervously with a heavy tone.
"I’m fine."
Looking at Flossie Wright, Belinda Nichols emphasized with a face full of indifference.
After all, it wasn’t a big deal.
Her foot suddenly cramped, and without Rowdy Brightwill, she would’ve had a hard time even getting up.
"She doesn’t like taking medicine," Flossie Wright said, shrugging as she took a few steps into the room, "If you have time, you can keep an eye on her."
"Aren’t you more available?" Rowdy Brightwill asked curiously.
"I’m busy," Flossie Wright took off her hat and tossed it onto the bed, then raised an eyebrow at Rowdy Brightwill, "I might not remember."
Even though she lived with Belinda Nichols, Flossie Wright had been quite busy lately, rarely bumping into Belinda, let alone meeting during the day.
At most, they ran into each other at mealtimes.
Moreover, with Flossie Wright herself injured, she might not even remember to take her medication on time, much like Belinda Nichols. Having her responsible would be a risky investment, better to leave it entirely to Rowdy Brightwill.
"Alright then."
Rowdy Brightwill hesitantly nodded.
It was at this moment that Rowdy Brightwill carefully looked at Flossie Wright and immediately sensed something was off until he noticed her wearing a set of clothes that seemed significantly oversized for her, and then he understood.
Hutchinson’s?
Realizing this, little Mr. Xu pouted in displeasure.
But he didn’t show it openly.
Flossie Wright replied.
Then she walked to the wardrobe and opened the door.
Flossie Wright wasn’t a meticulous person, but she kept all her things neatly organized. Due to her professional habits, whenever she had time, she generally sorted everything accordingly.
When she opened the door, she immediately noticed that her belongings had been tampered with.
A set of fatigues, originally placed at the bottom, had been moved to the top.
Also, among the two sniper guns placed in the cabinet, one was left with Glenn Hutchinson today.
Pausing slightly, remembering the pair of shoes Glenn Hutchinson had brought in the afternoon and her previous suspicions, everything suddenly became clear.
— End of Chapter 1868 —