Chapter 653
Chapter 653 Episode 012 Let’s Go Home, Erina Taylor (4)
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Becca Reyes stayed silent, staring intently at her. Beneath the seemingly calm expression, worry was clearly hidden.
"Come back soon."
Furrowing her brows in thought, Becca kept her gaze firmly on Flossie Wright, before managing to squeeze out these words.
Just as the words fell, a man took Flossie away, leaving only their retreating figures in sight.
Flossie and the man walked steadily at the front, their strong presence making them seem harmonious together.
The two other silently following men in black, though looking robust and savage, walked obediently behind them, all their aura contained.
Somehow, Becca suddenly felt somewhat uneasy.
She always knew that Flossie was different. But in her view, Flossie should have been closer to Glenn Hutchinson. Now...
It seemed as if she suddenly realized that Flossie was closer to some kind of mysterious darkness.
Her mood was somewhat depressed.
𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
She disliked this feeling.
The group didn’t stop but instead went directly to the car after leaving the restaurant.
The two followers willingly took the front seats, while Flossie and the man sat at the back.
They didn’t utter a word the whole way.
Yet, barely having settled down, the man beside Flossie abruptly pounced.
"Who are you?"
His cold voice sounded somewhat hoarse and impatient.
As soon as his words fell, his knuckled fingers gripped her chin, slightly raising her exquisitely beautiful face.
He leaned in closer, pressing Flossie against the car door. His tranquil eyes rippled with an unusual churning, yet reflected her calm and stubborn face.
A face that was utterly unfamiliar to him, but it felt strangely familiar.
He was seldom so eager, so impatient that even his vigilance seemed to have loosened.
A military knife was against his throat.
Flossie held a folding knife, steady and firm, its blade against his skin.
It was icy cold, carrying a chill.
She sounded grave, pausing at every word.
The man’s expression darkened, but he made no moves.
The threat from that knife was not enough to outweigh his need for an answer.
The force gripping her chin tightened, and his eyes flashed with a fierce gleam. His usual commanding tone now carried a strong threat and murderous intent.
The grip on the knife tightened slightly, and Flossie remained composed. The blade pressed slightly deeper into his skin.
He was indifferent, his hold on her undiminished.
The tip of the knife cut through the skin, and a streak of red instantly appeared. Blood seeped out.
The man looked down, wildly defiant. As he raised his brow and leaned in closer, the force against the knife handle suddenly intensified.
Flossie cursed softly through gritted teeth but swiftly retracted the military knife to avoid spattering this reckless man’s blood on the spot.
"Can’t bear to do it?"
He abruptly caught her hand. His expression showed a trace of affirmation, his previous coldness and ruthlessness completely overshadowed by what seemed like suppressed joy and certainty.
Blood still flowed from the cut, snaking down before falling onto his clothing, making the black fabric even darker.
"Perry Reed!"
Flossie called out in a heavier tone, frowning.
She felt helpless.
Yet, as soon as her words fell, the man’s arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, holding her close.
The warming embrace carried a suffocating pressure, as if it could crush her bones, yet Flossie was unable to break free.
— End of Chapter 653 —