"Flossie Wright, what are you doing here?!"
Bard Walker stood at the doorway, his gaze piercing as he stared at her.
The night was dim, and the courtyard was not lit. Only the light from the kitchen shone through, but it was largely blocked by Bard's figure.
Knowing that Bard was displeased with her these days, Flossie thought for a moment and didn't rush to get off the horse.
"Just strolling around."
While Flossie responded, she stood upright with her hands behind her back.
"Oh, strolling around here?" Bard scoffed coldly as he walked down from the doorway, his solemn gaze sizing her up before he suddenly shouted angrily, "What's that behind you? Take it out!"
"This..."
Flossie looked troubled.
"Take it out!"
Bard's eyes were glaring as he barked impatiently.
"Oh."
She complied obediently.
Soon, Flossie took out what was behind her hands.
Two bags, several plastic containers, with some skewers peeking out — from afar, Bard smelled the scent of barbecue.
