"Let go, let me see."
Looking at Glenn Hutchinson's increasingly pale face, Flossie Wright's eyelids flickered. Her unyielding tone always conveyed an undertone of impatience.
This time, Glenn Hutchinson didn't argue but naturally loosened his grip on her waist.
Immediately, Flossie Wright sharply lifted her hand to unbutton his coat. Her delicate, beautiful fingers, soaked in the rain, deftly undid his buttons within seconds.
However, before she could pull it open, a large hand swiftly grabbed her wrist.
"Out here in the wilderness, is this really appropriate?"
A low, teasing voice spilled from his lips. Glenn Hutchinson lowered his head with a hint of amusement flashing in his deep, dark eyes. Her reflection clearly visible in his gaze.
Glancing up, eyes clouded with displeasure, Flossie Wright unintentionally glared at him, wrenched her hand free and said acidly, "Rest assured, I have no interest in you."
