Chapter 807
Chapter 807: Story 047 - Sleeping with Flossie (9)_1
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The phone spun in his hand, and Glenn Hutchinson sat down beside Flossie Wright.
Drenched all night long, soaking wet, he felt slightly better after the rain had stopped, but now he wet quite a few spots upon entering, not that Flossie Wright minded, letting him be.
"Aren’t you going to sleep?"
Flossie Wright rubbed her forehead, wearily asking him.
Besides the two hours of sleep while on a drip, she hadn’t slept at all since entering the tent, and she really felt sleepy at this point.
"I have two things to ask you."
Turning his head to look at her, Glenn Hutchinson’s tone was very deep.
Thinking it over, Flossie Wright spread her hands, "Can I not answer?"
A categorical rejection.
Annoyed and frowning, Flossie Wright spoke with a slightly heavy tone, "Ask."
"Why aren’t you asleep yet?"
Throwing out the first question, Glenn Hutchinson shook the flashlight but made sure not to shine it in Flossie Wright’s eyes.
Bowing her head slightly, Flossie Wright lazily replied, "Can’t sleep."
"What are you doing here?"
"On a date."
"With him?!"
She answered directly and decisively, without even a moment’s thought.
Flossie Wright looked up, gazing straight into his eyes.
Glenn Hutchinson’s face darkened, his tone impatient and harsh, "Flossie Wright!"
Sitting up straight, Flossie Wright responded.
Suddenly, Glenn Hutchinson’s face turned dark, almost scarily so.
"You should be glad you’re not my soldier!"
His tone slightly angry, Glenn Hutchinson stared at her, his dark eyes tinged with rage.
Flossie Wright didn’t speak.
If she had really been Glenn Hutchinson’s soldier, he wouldn’t have given her the chance to flee to Vernon.
The way this man trained people was terrifying to hear about and chilling to witness; everyone at the East Sea Fleet knew of his ruthless reputation.
She, too, was glad she wasn’t his soldier.
After a long while, Flossie Wright slowly began to speak, breaking the tense silence.
"How long has it been since you slept?" Flossie Wright asked, raising her eyebrows.
"..." Glenn Hutchinson remained silent.
Moving a little closer, Flossie Wright reached out and touched his shoulder, "Why not rest while you can?"
She had been sleepless all night.
Flossie Wright had free time, plenty of it to wear him out.
But what about him?
She didn’t want her affairs to drag others down.
Especially not Glenn Hutchinson, whom she didn’t want to owe.
Squinting, Glenn Hutchinson raised his hand to embrace her shoulder, and with an unexpected force, the two of them suddenly fell down together.
Flossie Wright’s mind was briefly muddled. By the time she came to her senses, Glenn Hutchinson had already pulled her into his arms, whispering in her ear, "Let’s do it together."
Frowning, Flossie Wright was annoyed, gnashing her teeth, "Glenn Hutchinson!"
She attempted to struggle with hands and feet, but Glenn Hutchinson had seized her hands and pinned down her legs firmly, rendering her unable to escape.
The sleeping bag was spread underneath them, and they were wearing military coats, so the sudden fall didn’t hurt.
However, being pressed down like this truly irritated her.
Face to face with her, Glenn Hutchinson leaned in, his lips curving into a light smile.
"Playing the rascal?"
Her eyes focused, staring him down, her words tinged with sarcasm.
Pressing close to her, Glenn Hutchinson’s forehead touched hers, so close their breaths intertwined.
"My wife has been taken away, what’s wrong with playing the rascal for once?"
— End of Chapter 807 —