"Speak."
Hutchinson's voice was kept low and was slightly husky, which, when reaching the ears, felt firm and edgy.
"Speak about what?" Flossie's expression remained unchanged as she asked calmly.
"What do you think?" Hutchinson countered.
Her eyelids narrowed slightly; Flossie moved her head back, away from Hutchinson's touch.
"Do you want compensation?"
With a smile curling up her lips, Flossie laughed lightly, her question merely symbolic.
At the moment of her inquiry, her eyes curved slightly, filled with a clear light, yet dazzlingly captivating.
The risen sun was already some distance from the sea's surface, but the light was faint, casting a pale glow on both of them, as if shrouding them in an otherworldly light.
"Why?" His gaze fixed on her, Hutchinson's tone grew more severe.
"What do you mean?"
Flossie asked coolly, her expression unchanging.
"You know." Hutchinson's voice was cold as his eyes swept over her rosy lips.