Chapter 864
Chapter 864 Episode 055 You’re Not Blind, I Am (3)_1
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Flossie Wright’s expression stiffened slightly.
She hesitated between leaving and staying put, then finally raised an eyebrow and stood her ground, watching Glenn Hutchinson approach.
"What’s going on?"
Stopping in front of her, Glenn Hutchinson looked at her with a sense of helplessness.
"I don’t know."
Flossie Wright spread her hands.
She really didn’t know the specifics; she was just following along to hit someone...
Glenn Hutchinson’s face darkened.
He had just gotten off a plane when he received a call from Bard Walker, who said that Flossie Wright had taken the day off and had been out all day. He didn’t head straight to the Military District but stayed in the city for a while, calling Flossie Wright’s phone.
Only, no one answered.
Yet, before he could think of another way, he saw Flossie Wright on her motorcycle, weaving through the heavy traffic.
In the blink of an eye, she entered an alley not far away.
Naturally, he followed her in.
He took care of those guys on the way.
Glenn Hutchinson’s expression grew serious, but he didn’t speak, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
After a pause, Flossie Wright looked up and asked, "Aren’t you in Vernon?"
"Took a detour on my way," he spoke, pausing briefly. Glenn Hutchinson looked down at her and added in a succinct manner, "To see you."
Flossie Wright’s mouth twitched, and she was suddenly speechless.
"Let’s go."
Glenn Hutchinson’s brow furrowed deeply as he spoke with a sense of heaviness, then grabbed her arm and led her into a deeper alley.
She hesitated at first, but as soon as she looked up, she saw a traffic police officer appear at the mouth of the alley and suddenly had nothing more to say, quickening her pace slightly.
They had run red lights, sped, and overtaken other vehicles; it would have been odd not to be targeted.
If it had been before, Flossie Wright would not have cared, but with her current military identity, she could not afford to be invited to the bureau for "tea."
Moreover, she had seriously angered Bard Walker just yesterday...
The two walked unhurriedly through the alley. Flossie Wright took off her jacket and put on the one Glenn Hutchinson handed to her, then gave her own to him.
The weather was getting a bit cold.
Glenn Hutchinson received her jacket and laid it over his hand without wearing it, clad only in a black long-sleeve.
He still looked quite handsome.
Flossie Wright wore his jacket, which was obviously a size too large and looked rather loose on her. She didn’t button it up, keeping her hands in her pockets, and followed Glenn Hutchinson calmly onto the bustling street.
All the way, there was silence.
After they had crossed a couple of streets, Flossie Wright felt a cool breeze and, thinking of something, turned to Glenn Hutchinson and asked.
As night fell and the last traces of twilight disappeared, the entire city lit up with streetlights and neon signs, and the temperature must have dropped several degrees. Yet Glenn Hutchinson was only wearing a thin piece of clothing.
Looking down at her, Glenn Hutchinson replied indifferently, "Not cold."
"Really not cold?"
Flossie Wright frowned slightly, still dubious.
By her side, Glenn Hutchinson suddenly stopped.
As Flossie Wright wondered, Glenn Hutchinson reached out his hand to her, his tone slightly deeper, "Hand."
Flossie Wright tilted her head and squinted, yet she extended her hand.
No sooner had it touched his than it was suddenly grasped.
His palm was warm, firmly holding hers, warmth flowing steadily into her hand as if it instantly spread to her heart.
Strange feeling.
Glenn Hutchinson looked down, and in his eyes, which were previously calm and profound, a hint of a smile had emerged who knows when.
— End of Chapter 864 —