After a long while, Glenn Hutchinson finally disengaged from her, but his hands remained on her shoulders. She was pressed against the chair and was confronted with a sudden sense of oppression.
"Are you mad!"
The unexpected kiss ignited anger in Flossie, she glared at Glenn Hutchinson with resentment.
The looming hostility, however, had no impact on Glenn Hutchinson.
"Yes, I'm gravely ill."
His response came heavy as he picked up her words while his tone was tinged with anger.
He pinned her down, obstructing her view. All that fell was his shadow. But his face, hidden in the darkness, betrayed no indication of his emotional explosion.
Flossie, slightly taken aback, watched his reflection in her eyes, sensing his exhales rushing nearby and an inexplicable flare of anger.
"Calm down."
Her mind raced hard. Flossie tried to maintain her cool, suppressing the anger that was stirring within her first.
