Chapter 703
Chapter 703, Conversation 025: Seeking a Favor in a Relationship Part (4)
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"You do." Becca Reyes’ tightly furrowed brows loosened slightly, her voice suddenly softening, "At the very least, I want to hear your thoughts."
𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
Here, excluding Calvin Ramos, the one she cared about the most was also Flossie Wright.
"I have no thoughts."
Flossie Wright abruptly rejected.
Becca Reyes stared at her dejectedly, querying, "Are you angry?"
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Flossie Wright replied, "No."
"This is your decision."
"And then?"
"I’m not good at meddling in other people’s decisions."
"I’m very confused right now." Becca Reyes bit her lip, "Have you ever been in love?"
"Then, I guess I asked the wrong person."
Nodding slightly, Becca Reyes melancholically walked upstairs.
Indeed, she asked the wrong person. How could she seek advice from Flossie Wright?
They were never the same kind of person to begin with.
The overly composed Flossie Wright would never let herself get taken for a ride, and would never entrap herself in such a predicament.
She would cut the Gordian knot decisively. Like or do not like, agree or just walk away.
Flossie Wright, lived more freely than her.
"Becca Reyes."
Flossie Wright stood in place, calling her.
Becca Reyes turned her head.
In the darkness, Flossie Wright’s silhouette seemed slightly thinner, but the cool eyes under the brim of her hat were as calm and composed as ever.
"My thoughts are simple, one can live without love. So, if you don’t like him anymore, just leave."
Becca Reyes nodded.
Then, she went upstairs.
Falling in love with someone, is more difficult than she thought.
The next day.
The rising sun.
As always, the morning training ends in the early rising sun.
Just like before, Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols sat together for breakfast.
Steamed Buns, Dumplings, Eggs, Porridge, Fried Dough Strip, she chose a little bit of everything, nothing special.
But, Flossie Wright kept feeling someone’s gaze on her.
Narrowing her eyes, she glanced around, the gaze disappeared without a trace.
With a hearty voice, Rowdy Brightwill sat down next to her with his plate.
Answering casually, Flossie Wright leisurely ate her steamed bun.
"Morning." Rowdy Brightwill nodded towards her, but soon a "huh" sound came from him.
Flossie Wright lifted her eyes slightly.
"Eh, are you picky eater?"
Rowdy Brightwill leaned a little closer to Belinda Nichols and asked in a deliberately lowered voice.
Lowering her gaze, Flossie Wright eyeballed Belinda’s plate.
Steamed Buns.
Four steamed buns.
Only steamed buns.
Flossie Wright silently withdrew her gaze and continued eating her own steamed bun.
As Rowdy Brightwill said, Belinda was picky, severely picky.
Every morning, her plate only contained steamed buns.
Catching a glimpse of the suddenly approaching Rowdy Brightwill, Belinda paused in tearing the steamed bun, suddenly motionless for a moment.
She looked at him, cold and somewhat resistant.
However, Rowdy Brightwill appeared not to have noticed, placing eggs from his own plate into Belinda’s while muttering, "In the Forces, being picky with food is a big taboo. If you don’t want to die, try eating something else."
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.
Three eggs, all neatly placed in Belinda’s plate.
— End of Chapter 703 —