"I don't want to."
The low-pressure voice carried a tenderness that was enough to drown a person.
In that moment, Flossie Wright's grip on his collar slightly relaxed.
"I'll just hold you for a while."
Holding her tightly, Glenn Hutchinson rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered into her ear. His intoxicating words felt as though they could soften even the hardest heart.
Glenn Hutchinson's embrace was different from before, coated in a chill, yet the scent was surprisingly familiar.
Standing stiffly in place, Flossie did not actively accept, but neither did she resist fiercely.
She let Glenn Hutchinson hold her.
The rain grew heavier, pattering on the umbrella, but Flossie felt no raindrops falling on her.
The umbrella in Glenn Hutchinson's hand covered her completely, yet he himself was exposed to the downpour.
Time passed—
"You have a fever?"
Sensing something was wrong, Glenn Hutchinson slightly loosened his hold and placed his cold palm on her forehead.
"Mhm."
