Chapter 1945
Chapter 1945: There’s Nothing a Kiss Can’t Solve (1)
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Just now, indeed dealing with the wounds.
But now, Flossie Wright’s long sleeves were almost entirely cut off, leaving only the innerwear, and both Flossie, who was just focusing on the pain, and Glenn Hutchinson, who was carefully treating the wounds, didn’t notice at first. Not until they finished did they realize that Flossie’s upper body was left with just a little fabric.
Since her leg was also injured, Flossie’s jeans were almost cut into denim shorts, with both of her slender legs smeared with a layer of ointment. Excluding the wounds, those long legs inexplicably carried a hint of allure.
Glenn Hutchinson’s gaze swept over her, with a hint of ambiguity in his expression.
"..." Flossie paused, and after a while, squeezed out a sentence through her teeth, "Give me some clothes."
Was she actually shy?!
When Glenn Hutchinson turned to get clothes, Flossie silently mocked herself for a moment.
Dallion Collins had brought Glenn Hutchinson a regular set of duty training clothes.
Medium-sized, they fit Flossie just right.
And, since he had seen Flossie in photos before coming, Glenn Hutchinson also brought along Flossie’s insignia.
This belonged to Flossie, and it was just returned to its rightful owner earlier.
When Glenn Hutchinson handed over the clothes, he tactfully turned his back, but even as he gave them to Flossie, she still hadn’t taken them.
A moment later, Glenn Hutchinson turned around.
"Turn around."
Had just managed to glance, when he heard Flossie’s cool voice.
Then, the set of clothes was snatched away by Flossie.
Flossie looked at the set of duty clothes, a trace of contemplation in her eyes.
This set of duty clothes, she hadn’t worn for a short time, but after three months, encountering it again, there was a sense of unfamiliarity.
Having thought it through, Flossie didn’t delay anymore and started to put on the clothes.
Fortunately, the duty clothes were originally loose enough, so when Flossie put them on, they wouldn’t touch her wounds. Although it took a little time, at least she had managed to put them on properly.
After putting on the clothes, Flossie suddenly spoke.
"You calling me?"
Glenn Hutchinson turned around, a faint smile directed at Flossie.
"What time is it?" Flossie moved her legs to the side of the bed, preparing to get off.
"Ten-thirty." Glenn Hutchinson walked over directly.
"I’m going back for a bit."
Hooking her feet into the slippers below, Flossie prepared to stand up.
Having been out for so long, it was time to go back to Anonymous for a while, and sort out things over there.
"Did I not emphasize," Glenn Hutchinson placed his hands on her shoulders, stopping her, bending down to stare into her eyes, "what’s most important right now is for you to rest well."
"I have no time." Flossie declared firmly.
If possible, she’d want to rest well too. Her injuries needed at least a week to recover for normal movement, but that ticking time bomb Perry Reed was still at Anonymous. Besides, she’s been gone so long, someone at Anonymous would surely be worried.
At the very least, she needed to go back for a bit.
"Whatever you plan to do, I can help you." Glenn Hutchinson stared at her, speaking deliberately, word by word.
Since Flossie had finally come back, there’s no way he’d let her leave just like that.
"They don’t care about rank." Flossie glanced at him lazily.
The people at Anonymous didn’t even know who she was, and apart from her showing up in person, they wouldn’t trust a stranger’s words.
— End of Chapter 1945 —