He had never seen such emotions in her.
What was it?
He vaguely sensed a clue, but in the next moment, it dissipated without a trace.
His thoughts were in disarray.
Furrowing his brows, Glenn Hutchinson met her gaze, and after what seemed like an eternity, he gradually crouched down, his heavy brows watching her, his voice low and magnetic, "Erina Taylor?"
In an instant, Flossie Wright narrowed her eyes, a trace of astonishment slipping through.
When she looked up again, she suddenly lifted her lips, gently exuding one word, "Who?"
His heart, suddenly sank.
What he cared about was not Flossie Wright's question, but—
Her pause, and that flash of astonishment.
Did she recognize her?
Or—
Glenn Hutchinson didn't continue the thought.
"Flossie Wright," Glenn Hutchinson called softly.
"Hmm?"
This time, Flossie Wright responded quickly.
"Done running?" Glenn Hutchinson suddenly changed the subject.
