Chapter 1939
Chapter 1939: If You’re Alive, I’ll Forgive You (4)
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However, the two soldiers standing nearby had bewildered expressions; the phrase "she is mine" kept echoing in their minds.
Could it be that this woman is Hutchinson’s lover?
Both of them simultaneously thought of this possibility, and then their gaze towards the two was filled with curiosity and tension.
The woman’s identity became increasingly complex and unpredictable.
"I’m here for our meeting."
Flossie Wright stood straight, gazing directly at Glenn Hutchinson, her voice clear and resolute.
Three months.
Exactly three months.
On the first day of November, just after midnight, Flossie stood at the entrance of the campsite.
"Yes." Glenn Hutchinson responded with just one word.
Yet, emotions were manifold.
He hadn’t even imagined that he’d see Flossie at this moment. He had even planned out the measures to handle the pressure from above if Flossie remained missing.
"Do you have a gun?" Flossie asked, casually.
"Alright then," Flossie replied, then turned and walked towards the motorcycle. With a graceful lift of her slender leg, she sat on it, slightly tilting her head towards Glenn Hutchinson and raised her eyebrows, "Get on."
As the two soldiers were stunned, Glenn Hutchinson had already lifted his foot and walked over to the motorcycle.
He sat on it without saying a word.
The two stationed guards at the entrance exchanged a glance instinctively upon seeing this.
But before they could decide what to do, they heard the roar of the motorcycle speeding away, and the two figures quickly vanished into the darkness, leaving only the sound growing more distant.
"Will Hutchinson be alright?" one of them asked the other, concerned.
"I don’t know, should we inform them?"
"It’s dangerous here; he left alone with a woman... I think we should probably say something beforehand."
They had no reason to stop Glenn Hutchinson.
Just by rank alone, the difference was huge, they naturally had no room to speak.
So, after some deliberation, they finally contacted Dallion Collins from the new group.
Dallion was still busy among the patients, but upon hearing that Glenn Hutchinson ran away with a woman, even the best temper would become irritable. But once he heard the name "Flossie Wright," all his anger vanished.
Let him go!
Having Flossie Wright back would be a great help.
If he disappeared himself...
Dallion could only lament the legendary reputation of their Captain.
In any case, he wasn’t too concerned about it.
So, if their own people didn’t care about it, the two guards wouldn’t think much of it either.
Flossie rode the motorcycle, speeding along the uneven road.
Glenn Hutchinson sat behind her all the while.
The wind howled in their ears, their body warmth rapidly dissipating, yet neither spoke a single word.
When Glenn Hutchinson arrived here the next day, aside from seeing this living person, he could only see the endless darkness, landscapes flashing by quickly in the absence of streetlights, leaving only afterimages on the retina.
They passed many curves, but Flossie’s speed never diminished.
Yet everything thrilling and exhilarating to them seemed numb, not stirring even the slightest ripple.
After traversing a desolate area, Flossie finally brought the motorcycle to a halt.
— End of Chapter 1939 —