Quite neurotic.
But Flossie Wright never expected Glenn Hutchinson to do such a thing.
And what's worse, it was all for her.
An inexplicable anger rose in her heart, yet she forcefully suppressed it. Wright had often seen others go to great lengths for her, in all sorts of ways, and she had always managed to handle it well. She had never felt any other way about it.
Yet now, the person in question was Glenn Hutchinson.
Therefore, she felt a bit uncomfortable.
Her thoughts were a bit chaotic.
"How old are you?" Flossie suddenly asked.
"..."
Before Glenn had a chance to answer, Flossie interrupted him, "Twenty-seven or twenty-eight?"
So, guessing she had more to say, Glenn pressed his lips together and simply looked at her, choosing to remain silent.
"Forget it..." After some thought, Flossie shook her head and glanced impatiently at him, "Are you blind or what? Is bothering me really that amusing to you?"
