Glenn Hutchinson, now in his military uniform.
He casually walked over and stopped above her, his usual lazy and casual air remained unabated, but his cool aura did not wane a bit. Looking up, he seemed out of reach.
He stopped at the edge of the cliff, swept a glance at the waves rolling below, then slowly withdrew his gaze and let it land inch by inch on Flossie Wright's body.
"I've got buns, want some?"
As he spoke, Glenn Hutchinson raised his hand, revealing a bag containing several stuffed buns.
The sunlight poured overhead, casting shadows on his brows and nose. Flossie lifted her gaze for the first, appreciating his good looks.
A high-ranking official coming to deliver food was quite shocking, albeit against the rules. The soldier on the side had his mouth wide open in surprise, seemingly struggling to adjust his emotion and thinking, thus forcing himself to accept the reality of the unfolding situation.
