Chapter 1965
Chapter 1965: Living Together (Part 3)
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Flossie Wright responded with a sound.
A moment later, Flossie used her right hand to press her temples and asked, "What’s the situation down there?"
"It’s alright," Glenn Hutchinson replied, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Any casualties?" Flossie continued to ask.
"Injuries," he answered.
Implied—no deaths yet.
Flossie responded lightly.
Within five minutes, Flossie was completely awake, her head still a bit dizzy, but it didn’t affect her ability to think.
Seeing her looking as if she had just taken a bath, Glenn closed the doors and windows and poured her a cup of hot water.
"What’s my status?" Holding a cup of hot water, Flossie took a sip slowly, then looked up through the steam, her gaze a bit unfocused. "Is it confirmed?"
"Yes," Glenn nodded, "You’re an exception; stay behind."
Just as he finished speaking, watching Flossie sitting at the edge of the bed, her slender figure caught Glenn’s eye. He furrowed his brows, examining her for a moment, and finally noticed something off.
"Are you only wearing your training uniform?" Glenn’s voice suddenly deepened.
"More or less."
Flossie took another sip of hot water.
For convenience in action, she wore only a long sleeve underneath.
Frowning tightly, Glenn felt a deep sense of helplessness; he couldn’t scold or lecture her, and even if he spoke kindly, she would probably meet it with an impatient eye roll.
Glenn directly picked up a military coat and walked toward Flossie.
Just as Flossie was about to continue drinking water, she saw a figure blocking her view. As she looked up, she felt a breeze brush past her ear, and the next moment, something fell onto her shoulders.
Turning her head slightly, she glimpsed the military coat on her shoulder, and the corner of Flossie’s mouth twitched immediately.
Holding the water cup, Flossie raised her head slightly and asked quite seriously, "Do I look like a ragpicker?"
Glenn was momentarily speechless.
To be honest—
With disheveled hair, a somewhat messy training uniform, a very dowdy military coat, complemented by the surrounding old building.
Alright, she did resemble one.
After thinking it over carefully, Glenn couldn’t help but smile.
Flossie was just about to withdraw her gaze when she noticed his mouth curve into a faint smile. That gentle smile bloomed on his stern face, unexpectedly softening his feature.
She paused her gaze for a moment.
A moment later, Flossie lowered her head, changed the subject, and asked, "Have you prepared a room for me?"
Glenn didn’t respond right away.
Thinking he didn’t hear clearly, Flossie was about to repeat herself, but then she heard Glenn’s decisive and steady voice, "No."
"Hmm?" Flossie frowned.
"Housing is tight, none available." Meeting Flossie’s eyes, Glenn explained with a serious face.
Flossie didn’t dwell on this matter, nodded, and said, "Then I’ll squeeze in with Belinda Nichols."
"She has a roommate," Glenn quickly replied.
Flossie lifted her eyelids.
She didn’t really think Belinda had no roommate, which is why she suggested—
to squeeze in.
But before she could elaborate, she heard Glenn say, "I have plenty of space here."
Watching Glenn’s unchanged expression, Flossie’s gaze shifted slightly, and she suddenly realized.
So this was—
where he was waiting for her?!
— End of Chapter 1965 —