Chapter 303
Chapter 303 Episode 037 She’s Not Worth It (10)
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"What about you?" In such a passive situation, Flossie Wright shot a glance, somewhat puzzled, "Just protecting the country and the family?"
A faint smile passed over his eyes, and Glenn Hutchinson countered, "Why not?"
She raised her finger and pointed out his chin, Flossie was carefully looking at him, completely indifferent, and couldn’t guess at his thoughts.
"Sure." Flossie lazily raised her eyes, then put her hands behind her head, directly lying on the ground. She looked at the increasingly dark sky and spoke somewhat bored, "Anyway, you’ve fooled me not just once or twice."
Turning to his side, Glenn Hutchinson looked at her somewhat amusingly, "Don’t believe me?"
"I believe," she responded offhandedly, but then grew more serious midway through the sentence. She furrowed her eyebrows, "You’re looking for me, not for psychological counseling?"
She thought Glenn Hutchinson had invited her over under the pretext of delivering dinner, at least to talk about the events of that morning because many people had been telling her about it, worrying about her emotional changes, even wanting to send her for psychological check-up, to see if she had been scared.
And Glenn Hutchinson was looking for her at this time, his purpose probably wasn’t much different.
Listening to Flossie’s question, Glenn Hutchinson paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, unable to help but ask, "Do you need it?"
In fact, Glenn Hutchinson didn’t think of bringing this up unless Flossie mentioned it, even though he’d heard about all of this.
Glenn Hutchinson didn’t often execute tasks in public, but he had seen odd people and comrades’ sacrifices. He knew what it felt like, but he wouldn’t over-pursue these feelings.
It’s an unavoidable problem and an unchangeable problem as well.
Moreover, he didn’t picture Flossie being affected by such a thing because he couldn’t find anything through this incident that could knock her down.
A friend’s disappearance? A comrade being ignored?
She might care, but it won’t be enough to become a knot in her heart.
"So, what do you want to say?"
Flossie glanced at him in puzzlement. What else could there be to talk about in a situation like this?
"Just chitchat."
Glenn Hutchinson’s rigid face started to relax, revealing a sense of leisure and interest.
This is absurd!
She felt like she was being toyed with, and quite contrary to what the aura was, Flossie’s mood gradually began to cool down.
However, before her emotions hit the ceiling, from the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow cross over. Glenn Hutchinson, sitting beside her, suddenly leaned over, his handsome face instantly covering her whole field of view.
The two of them were very close, their breath intersecting but maintaining a certain distance.
Flossie, on impulse, intended to kick him away, but the moment he leaned over, her four limbs were shackled tightly.
This man knew her well, knowing from the start how to keep her obedient.
"Since you’ve come," his husky magnetic voice transmitted into her eardrum, Glenn Hutchinson gently raised his eyes to meet her resistant gaze. His fingers traced her forehead, gently pushing aside her somewhat messy hair, "Remember to enjoy your military life."
The moment his voice fell, her hair was neatly combed.
The next moment, Glenn Hutchinson stood up and just as Flossie tried to retaliate with a swift leg movement, he easily dodged it.
The night fell completely. Glenn Hutchinson’s figure was tall and straight, he glanced down at Flossie lying on the ground.
"I brought the dinner, wash the clothes and return to me."
Leaving those words behind, he turned around and left.
As Flossie watched his retreating figure and glanced at the dinner next to her, as she got up her eyes portrayed a hint of anger.
Flossie took some time to calm her mood before returning to the base.
That night, Becca Reyes stayed with Janice Wood on the narrow bed, always concerned about Janice’s condition. In the bed next to them, Flossie was tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
The next day, before dawn could break,
Flossie and the others were awakened by a tumultuous noise. They vaguely heard the name "Winsley Scott," and almost everyone sprang out of bed.
— End of Chapter 303 —