Chapter 842
Chapter 842: Story No. 051 Bard Walker’s Fury (5)_1
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Pointing at the kitchen, Neal Thompson loudly questioned.
Clenching her teeth, Yvonne Watson said, "No, I think, for special circumstances, accommodations can be made."
"Just because she hasn’t eaten, that constitutes a special circumstance?" Neal Thompson sneered, "Then what about the other soldiers, who were punished, forgot, or for various reasons didn’t eat? Can they all just come over? Do we still have mealtime regulations in the cooking class, or should we just provide food all day long?"
The voice of argument weakened a notch.
Yvonne Watson furrowed her brows tightly.
In Neal Thompson’s eyes, there was simply no such thing as "special circumstances."
Meanwhile, Flossie Wright, her ears aching from the argument, finally stood up from the stone bench.
She dusted off her hands and stepped forward.
She opened her mouth to speak but before she could say a word, a cheerful and hearty voice interrupted her.
Looking towards the sound, Flossie Wright turned to the side.
In the sunlight, Rowdy Brightwill, wearing a naval training uniform, strode over.
Pocketing his hands, his posture slightly relaxed, soft light enveloped him, casting an even brighter smile on his handsome face.
"Not training?"
Looking at him, Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow and asked.
Shrugging his shoulders, Rowdy Brightwill had reached her side by the time his speech ended.
Rowdy Brightwill knew about the event Flossie Wright was involved in last night because he was urgently waiting for her return, and he had been waiting for her ever since.
Here he was, having rushed over the moment he heard she was back.
Having not seen her for several days, his mood was naturally very good.
After answering, Rowdy Brightwill glanced at the stone table and then suddenly smiled at Flossie Wright, "Why aren’t you eating?"
"No appetite."
Thinking back to the saliva incident earlier, Flossie Wright lost all desire to eat.
"Eh, don’t like it, huh?" Rowdy Brightwill raised an eyebrow, moved closer, and rested his hand on her shoulder in a casual manner, "Should I make you something else?"
Crossing her arms, Flossie Wright glanced at him and said indifferently, "No need."
"Full already?"
"Pretty much."
"I’ve got some specialty goods, I’ll send them over to you later," Rowdy Brightwill said hastily.
"Sure."
𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
Nodding, Flossie Wright agreed readily.
Having known each other for so long, Flossie Wright didn’t bother to stand on ceremony with him.
To the side—
Watching this scene, Yvonne Watson and Neal Thompson were somewhat puzzled.
A moment ago, the area had been filled with the smoke of battle, weapons drawn at the ready.
As soon as Rowdy Brightwill arrived, the atmosphere completely changed, and within the time it took for the two of them to chat, it became calm and relaxed.
Frowning, Neal Thompson sought an opening to steer the conversation back to the previous topic, but didn’t even get a chance to speak.
"Deputy Squad Leader Neal," upon finishing, Rowdy Brightwill noticed Neal Thompson, his smile undimmed, and said, "Sorry for the trouble. This one here hasn’t eaten in a while, and she was starving, so the Captain let her come to the cooking class..."
As he spoke, Rowdy Brightwill gently raised his eyebrows, warmly asking, "I haven’t caused you any trouble, have I?!"
Neal Thompson was at a loss for words.
The development of events was unexpected.
So Flossie Wright had come to eat with Captain Bard’s approval?
With a high position and rank, bearing double bars and three stars, Captain Bard was beyond the reach of someone at her own level.
Of course, with Captain Bard’s position, he could authorize the cooking class to make an off-schedule meal anytime.
Knowing that Rowdy Brightwill and Flossie Wright were close, Neal Thompson was instinctively skeptical, but even Rowdy Brightwill was a military officer, due for a promotion at the end of the year, with double bars and two stars of his own.
Rowdy Brightwill also had the right to command the cooking class to cook a meal outside of regular eating hours.
— End of Chapter 842 —