Chapter 259
Chapter 259, Episode 033 I Only Take Care of You (6)
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He said, try it.
Flossie Wright was the kind of person who made a firm boundary between herself and the Forces. She saw things clearly and knew what she ought to do as a soldier, but for her, it was merely a role she had to play well. She only appeared to be a soldier, watching others brim with ambition and aspirations from a distance, never actually engaging herself.
He could figure out Flossie’s character. He couldn’t demand her to do something against her will, so he spoke gently, simply encouraging her to give it a try.
Yet, even the simple request of trying was a difficult issue for Flossie.
She was adamant, and thus, not easily persuaded.
"Captain Hutchinson," after staring at him for a few seconds, Flossie suddenly smirked. But her smile did not reach her eyes. She gently started, "you seem to be meddling a bit too much."
Yes, Glenn Hutchinson did understand her. But he didn’t know what she had been through. People who wanted to grow in an environment like hers, or rather, people like her, never actively "consider others". It’s more like "lifting a finger".
If something happened to her, Nathan Foster could be in deep trouble. It might even affect his future military career. However, Flossie prioritized her own safety and well-being over Nathan. She was confident enough in her ability to survive. She didn’t see anything wrong with it, it’s just another thrill for her.
Consideration for the worries and anxieties of others was needless in her case. She was responsible for herself, for her own safety, and for her life. Others’ concerns would only add to her burden.
Flossie wanted to free her waist from his grip, but Glenn Hutchinson’s arm was firm, so firm that it hurt.
He leaned in closer, his forehead nearly touching hers. She could faintly feel the warmth emanating from him. It was warm, but it also made her feel uneasy.
A droplet of water slid down his nose, trailing along his cheek, then down his throat, disappearing into his uniform.
It was sexy, a heartfluttering sight.
He spoke softly, with an authoritative tone, "I only manage you."
I only manage you.
He had no authority over soldiers who were not his own, and he had no intention to manage them either.
But Flossie was special. He valued this soldier, this female soldier. She was incredibly skilled, even though he had no idea where her abilities came from, and they genuinely didn’t match her physical capabilities. For the time being, he had no desire to investigate, nor did he want to turn her into one of his soldiers. He simply hoped to see Flossie become better, to operate genuinely for the Forces and for their country while she was still a soldier.
Otherwise, for someone like her, it would be a real waste.
Of course, it was merely a waste, nothing more.
In fact, Glenn Hutchinson was somewhat forcing his arguments. Yet, his domineering dominance left Flossie speechless.
What could she say when he made a fuss for no reason?
Though it may not exactly be a case of a scholar encountering a soldier, they were practically on that path. With their ideas diverging, they could only stick to their perspectives; they just couldn’t agree.
"Fine, you manage," Flossie nodded, not taking his words seriously. Immediately after, she allowed herself to flop into his embrace, closing her eyes, "My life is in your hands now, please haul me back."
Gazing down at Flossie, who had weakened in his arms, playing dead, clutching his uniform without letting go. Her fair face rested on his chest, presenting an exquisite profile.
— End of Chapter 259 —