Flossie Wright was quite disappointed.
However, these people played their roles very convincingly, which is undeniable, and fooling them was quite normal.
"Let's go back."
Slinging the sniper rifle over her other shoulder, Flossie Wright turned around, planning to return the way she came.
"Wait." Suddenly grabbing her wrist, Glenn Hutchinson looked at her, reasonably suggesting, "Let's find a place to take shelter from the rain first."
Raising an eyebrow, Flossie Wright tried to pull her hand back, but Glenn Hutchinson held her wrist with just enough strength. As she struggled, he increased his grip to ensure it wasn't painful but also ensured she wouldn't easily break free.
Frowning slightly, Flossie Wright glared at him.
"Don't forget what you said."
Glenn Hutchinson said casually, his hand slid down her wrist to directly hold her palm.
Boldly holding her hand, without the slightest hesitation.
Flossie Wright slightly choked up.
