Glenn Hutchinson looked at her.
For a long while.
Face to face, he grabbed her fingers, his grip slightly tight as his voice suddenly softened, "Did I upset you?"
Her cool fingers were captured, feeling the warmth of his palm as Flossie struggled to pull away, but he grasped even tighter.
Eventually, she gave up trying to pull away.
Flossie felt slightly uncomfortable.
It didn't matter whether it was his actions or his voice that had suddenly become tender.
With a frown, Flossie retorted irritably, "No."
"Have you done something to wrong me?"
Glenn Hutchinson asked again, his gentle tone still containing a trace of leniency.
"Glenn Hutchinson, watch your tone!"
Understanding the implication behind his words, Flossie clenched her teeth fiercely.
Wrong him?
Wasn't it just a roundabout way of mocking her and Perry Reed?
"It's you who is thinking crooked."
Raising his eyebrows, Glenn Hutchinson looked serious, seemingly without ulterior motives.
"No, I haven't."
