Chapter 830
Chapter 830, Episode 050, Emotional (3)_1
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She did have some feelings for Glenn Hutchinson.
Otherwise, based on her standards for sleeping arrangements, she would have definitely picked a fight with Glenn Hutchinson.
Feelings are one thing, thinking and habits are another.
Different growing environments create different temperaments; Glenn Hutchinson was well-educated from youth, with a correct world view, clear distinction between right and wrong, and calm self-control.
But she was different.
She was spontaneous and free, acting entirely on her own preferences.
Just as she knew that fighting was wrong, she would still end up throwing punches for various reasons.
Moreover, she had several years of living as a mercenary, in a world where she stood her ground with strength and blood, which was far too different from Glenn Hutchinson’s open and bright world.
And that little bit of feeling didn’t mean much to her.
She had always been good at controlling her emotions.
Seeing clearly who she was dealing with, it was better to cut ties while she could still control herself, rather than wait until the day she truly fell in and found it hard to extricate herself.
"So just because the two of us... um, aren’t suitable," she said, looking serious, Glenn Hutchinson spoke slowly, "just for this reason, you’re rejecting me?"
"Pretty much," she said, meeting his gaze and shrugging her shoulders, "Anyway, I don’t trust you enough, and I have even less feelings for you..."
"Flossie Wright!"
A sudden shout interrupted Flossie’s nonchalant explanation.
Flossie frowned.
Looking at Glenn Hutchinson, she didn’t say another word.
He lifted his hand to her hair, Glenn Hutchinson frowned, "You can cut down on the nonsense."
She rolled her eyes.
His large hand roughed up her short hair, Glenn Hutchinson leaned in slightly, his voice gentle as he called out, "Flossie Wright."
"Speak plainly."
She didn’t really want to hear this sickeningly sweet nickname.
Glenn Hutchinson’s lips curved slightly, his hand applying a bit more pressure, his elevated tone clear and concise.
"We’re not that different."
He said with a smile, those deep and mysterious eyes carrying a soft smile.
She opened her mouth, wanting to argue.
But Glenn Hutchinson’s gaze stopped her.
It was a very gentle look, tinged with a smile, some seriousness, some tolerance, and a bit of boldness.
It felt inexplicable.
The next moment, Glenn Hutchinson moved his hand to her shoulder.
"When it comes to dealing with a matter, we might have disagreements, but essentially, we are the same," he said softly, lowering his gaze to see the brilliance reflected in her bright eyes, he suddenly asked, "Have you seen earthquakes in other countries?"
Puzzled, Flossie frowned and nodded, "Yeah."
"What did it feel like?"
"No feeling."
After a pause, Glenn Hutchinson asked again, "What about this time?"
She didn’t answer.
Frowning, Flossie looked up at the layered tents not far away.
There, many people gathered, the sufferers and rescuers of this earthquake.
The closest was a man, holding a crying baby, his face etched with age and helplessness, perhaps his wife had died in this earthquake.
A bit further away, a group of just-returned soldiers were carrying a stretcher with a survivor on it, possibly the person had been trapped underground for days, but he had survived.
In the distance, there were people coming out of the tents, of different statuses, sufferers, doctors, soldiers, all doing their thing, some with solemn expressions, others laughing heartily.
— End of Chapter 830 —