Chapter 1935
Chapter 1935: Making Up My Mind (3)
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Perry Reed stood quietly to one side, staring intently at her.
Flossie Wright leaned back slowly, her expression tinged with a hint of sadness, but it quickly vanished without a trace.
"I need to know," Perry bent down, his hands braced on the tabletop. As he leaned closer, he was almost touching Flossie, his eyes locked onto hers, their noses nearly touching. His voice was resolute and powerful, "I am giving you a choice now: either tell me the reason properly, or I’ll blow up their campsite in two hours. You should know I can do it."
Word by word, all fell into her ears.
Flossie frowned, shaking her head to make herself a bit more clear-headed.
She could hear what Perry was saying and still had room for thought, but she couldn’t make a choice immediately.
Perry’s expression was very calm, without any threatening intent.
But, he had always been a man of his word.
For her sake, he didn’t mind becoming an enemy of a country.
Originally, Perry didn’t intend to press Flossie about her departure.
Yet, after just a day and night of contact, Perry could clearly sense that Flossie had changed. She was restless while working, troubled by something unknown to him, and such troubles seemed significant.
Erina Taylor and Flossie from his memories never showed such a state.
It was like she had lost her soul.
And the root of all this abnormal behavior was that damned Glenn Hutchinson!
Thinking of that, Perry couldn’t let go.
After a long while, Flossie sighed softly, then raised her hands naturally around his neck, but her head moved slightly back. She spoke wearily, "Wake me up in two hours."
After speaking, she tilted her head and leaned against his shoulder.
Perry’s mouth twitched fiercely.
Pretending to sleep?!
She really pulled it off!
Perry’s face darkened, yet there was no opportunity to vent his anger.
He bent down and picked Flossie up horizontally.
This woman—
Never worried about what he might do to her.
In fact, every time he thought of the consequences, Perry indeed wouldn’t take advantage of her vulnerability.
Carrying Flossie to the bed, this esteemed mercenary leader was unexpectedly careful with the woman in his arms, even bending down to remove her shoes, covering her with a blanket. Knowing she was still conscious, he couldn’t help but take care of her.
Flossie’s hand reached out from under the blanket, her elbow resting on her forehead, lightly calling Perry.
Perry stood by the bedside.
"Stay here," Flossie turned over, her back facing him, her voice faint, "For two hours."
Thus, Perry responded almost indifferently.
He knew that in two hours, Flossie would give him an answer.
But he didn’t know that this always strong and resilient woman suddenly, at some moment, felt like crying.
Not because of herself.
But because of him.
For a full two hours, Perry stayed by the bed.
The light was not turned off, but his figure blocked the light, casting a shadow on the bed, shielding her from the glaring light.
Two hours later, Flossie woke up.
She squinted a bit, not too awake, not too muddled, in a half-asleep, half-awake state, and suddenly became alert.
Her head was groggy, a hangover hangover, despite lying down for two hours, her head still hurt a lot.
As she rolled over, she saw Perry standing by the bed, pausing slightly but not too surprised.
"I say..." Her words paused slightly, Flossie raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the serious Perry, raising an eyebrow, "Can you get me some water?"
Looking at her, Perry frowned, then turned around to pour Flossie some water.
When he came back with the water, Flossie was already sitting on the bed, putting on her shoes.
Standing to the side, waiting for her to finish putting on her shoes, Perry handed her the cup of water.
Flossie drank the cup of water in one go.
Then, she stood up.
"He was in that mission."
— End of Chapter 1935 —