He knew it was a close call, he knew Flossie Wright was in his arms, alive and full of vitality.
But he still couldn't be at ease.
Even now, his heart was troubled and distressed to the extreme.
"Glenn Hutchinson!" Flossie Wright ground her teeth.
However, she seldom had the upper hand when it came to Glenn Hutchinson.
His footsteps paused slightly, and Glenn Hutchinson's eyes lowered gently.
"I'm here."
His voice was low and magnetic, rich and pleasant to the ear, yet filled with suppressed melancholy and pain.
For some reason, Flossie Wright's heart softened.
Turning her head away deliberately to avoid his gaze, Flossie Wright looked ahead at the path, "We don't have any holidays."
"That's their mistake," Glenn Hutchinson's tone was cool.
"I'm still alive," Flossie Wright refused to back down.
Even though it was a harrowing experience, the fact was that her injuries were indeed not serious.