"Cutting it close is not your style."
Glenn Hutchinson spoke in a low voice, his tone hoarse and deep.
"Oh?"
Flossie Wright's expression didn't change in the slightest.
This nonchalant attitude caused Glenn's face to darken repeatedly.
He looked at Flossie, his eyes deep and unfathomable, mixed with complex emotions, in which Flossie's figure was reflected in the depths.
"My reason," Flossie slowly began, pausing slightly before standing up and staring unblinkingly into his eyes. She deliberately asked, word by word, "Do you want to hear it?"
Tightly furrowing his brows.
Glenn's expression became even more severe.
A moment later.
"Yes."
Glenn replied in a deep voice.
With a smirk, Flossie raised a hand to casually take off her hat and tossed it aside.
"Have you ever doubted me?" Standing idly, Flossie asked casually.
"Yes."
With certainty, Glenn didn't deny it.
"Doubt what?" Flossie seemed quite interested.
"You want to know?" Glenn countered.
"Yes."
