Chapter 457
Chapter 457 Episode 062 Janice Wood’s Suicide (1)
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A domineering and intense kiss, tinged with an aura of anger, loomed at her face. The overpowering sense of oppression seemed as though it was going to submerge her.
There was no room to resist.
A moment of blankness filled Flossie’s mind until she felt the pain at the edge of her lips and the strong shackles, she finally came to her senses. Starting from a slight surprise to a gradually intensifying feeling of peculiarity, until finally erupting in anger.
She tried to struggle free with all her might, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t break free. Glenn Hutchinson knew best how to control people, coupled with the vast physical gap, Flossie had no power to resist.
Her mind gradually cleared, and as her vision became clear, it met Glenn Hutchinson’s eyes—amid the deep blackness was an unmatched madness. Even a spark could start a prairie fire, let alone the surprising blaze that erupted in his eyes.
They were both very awake.
Yet, this space had descended into utter chaos.
Noise and clamor of the surroundings gradually faded, leaving behind silence and darkness.
Her eyes flickered slightly, darkness gathering them. Unexpectedly, Flossie bit him back mercilessly. Blood spilled from the edge of her lips, but she didn’t know whose it was. The smell of blood was strong nonetheless.
Only when Flossie’s breath became challenging did Glenn finally let her go, slowly easing his grip.
In the dim light, Flossie’s aura gradually stabilized. Her lips mixed with fresh blood, a wet glow in her eyes, were surprisingly successful in suppressing all her restlessness and anger. She appeared unusually calm.
It was as though, she didn’t care much.
Glenn’s eyes were deep. His initial anger dissipated at the bottom of his gaze. His handsome, profound face, in the weak light, appeared even more hazy, yet he remained composed and calm.
"Glenn Hutchinson, you’re dead."
A faint voice, as calm as ever, slowly drifted in the silent space, gently echoing at the bottom of one’s heart.
But, upon careful listening, it carried a barely perceptible sigh, as if feeling sorrow for him.
Flossie raised her hand, wiping the corner of her mouth ruthlessly. Her dark eyes sparkled, hinting at triumph, audacity, regret, and they interwove into a complex web, so dazzling that one wouldn’t dare to take their eyes off her.
Even if she couldn’t defeat Glenn, her inherent arrogance couldn’t be suppressed by anyone.
Glenn rested his forehead lightly against hers, their temperatures shifting between them. His fingertips gently caressed her icy cheek, unconsciously showing gentleness.
He spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "I know."
He certainly knew that with Flossie’s personality, making things clear before she had feelings would only drive himself into a dead end.
But then, even he knew this, Flossie, who understood him best, knew it even more.
Flossie wouldn’t use this against him, nor would she use this opportunity to blackmail him. Because she wouldn’t do anything, Glenn had to endure it this way.
Either, he moved her.
Or, he gave up on her.
Having skillfully concealed the light in her eyes, Flossie suppressed all emotions, then did not engage in his words any further.
— End of Chapter 457 —