The moment her wrist was seized, Flossie Wright ceased to resist, allowing him to drape the black coat over her.
The coat, originally a trench-coat style, fit Glenn Hutchinson perfectly, yet on Flossie it was more like a dress, reaching down to her knees.
He meticulously buttoned it up, his palm sliding over Flossie's waist. By the time they reached the middle, two dangling belts materialized in his hand. His slender fingers moved swiftly, securing the belts in the blink of an eye.
Even dressed in men's oversized clothing, Flossie emanated a unique charm. Her cool, delicate face was still endowed with a heart-throbbing allure.
"Captain Hutchinson, what's going on?"
The men from Glenn Hutchinson's squad stood dumbfounded outside the door, not daring to move. However, the leader of the armed police squad, who knew little about him, sensed something was amiss and walked over curiously.
