Chapter 1981
Chapter 1981: Fruition (2)
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Flossie Wright reached out, intending to touch the military knife on the bedside.
Catching her wrist as it moved, Glenn called out softly, his voice filled with a hoarse tenderness.
Flossie Wright turned her head away, breathing deeply, adjusting her aura.
Lazier than bothering with him!
However, the arm around her waist suddenly tightened, pulling the two of them closely together, warmth spreading through their closely pressed skin.
Flossie Wright glanced sideways, meeting Glenn’s focused and charming eyes, and knowing exactly what he was thinking, she instantly frowned and threatened in a low voice, "Don’t even think about it!"
Glenn faintly curled his lips.
No matter what, anyway... Satisfied!
"Get lost."
After a moment, Flossie Wright rolled her eyes at him.
Damn, I lost out!
In a really bad mood!
"I’m cold," Glenn said softly, looking into her eyes, even with a hint of pitifulness.
Flossie Wright was seething with anger.
Glenn was shamelessly persistent.
Their eyes locked for three seconds, and Flossie Wright was utterly defeated.
Glenn pulled the quilt tighter, the only gap being the space between their heads.
Their eyes continued to meet, a strange tension spreading between them.
Flossie Wright was wide awake.
So, her thoughts gradually pulled back, and Flossie Wright finally remembered why she had gotten angry, her brow furrowed deeply as she asked, "What’s the deal with you and Joanne?"
"Who is Joanne?"
As shameless as could be, Glenn leaned closer and touched her forehead.
"..." The murderous intent slowly crawled over Flossie Wright’s expression.
"What is it?" Glenn asked understandingly.
"Didn’t you once have her?" Flossie Wright gritted her teeth, each word carrying a chilling wind.
Glenn looked stunned for a moment.
Just as Flossie Wright’s anger was about to erupt, Glenn couldn’t suppress the smile in his eyes, almost soothingly ruffling her hair.
"Your hair, it needs a cut,"
Glenn commented earnestly.
At that moment, in Flossie Wright’s dark and bright eyes, only three words remained—
You, find, death.
"The knife isn’t there."
Noticing Flossie Wright’s diverted gaze, Glenn smiled knowingly, unwisely reminding her.
Flossie Wright narrowed her eyes, her murderous intent suddenly surfacing.
"That was fake."
Glenn suddenly spoke, suppressing the impending storm of Flossie Wright’s rage.
At the same time, his palm flipped over, tightly holding Flossie Wright’s hand under the covers.
"Explain," Flossie Wright said irritably.
In truth, it was rather peculiar for Glenn, nearing thirty, to have had so few girlfriends, which was why people at Aaron Base suspected he might be a couple with Harris Caleb, but back then, the hurdles in Flossie Wright’s own heart weren’t cleared, so she didn’t inquire too much. As for how many flings Glenn might have had, she didn’t bother finding out.
Originally, the past was the past, and she had no reason to dwell on it.
Joanne just had to hit the muzzle!
Chloe Bell and Devina Millet had read Joanne’s diary, which roughly recounted a mission Joanne had cooperated on with Glenn, and Joanne had accidentally ingested something at the time, confusingly leading to that with Glenn. After that, Glenn never mentioned the incident, and Joanne had to act as if nothing ever happened, though the diaries that followed faintly expressed her feelings for Glenn.
— End of Chapter 1981 —