"He's very busy."
Glenn Hutchinson said in a deep voice.
"Oh?"
Flossie Wright smirked gently, eyes full of mockery.
Helpless, Glenn Hutchinson compromised, "You should rest first."
"Hungry," Flossie Wright slipped from his grip and pointed at the bag of fruit nearby, "Peel an apple."
Glenn Hutchinson glanced at her, then at the bag of fruit, seeming to have no objection.
So he walked away from the bedside, turning to get a fruit knife.
At the moment he turned around, Flossie Wright's shoulder throbbed painfully, her brow suddenly furrowing.
But when he returned with the knife and apple, her expression had already returned to calm.
Glenn Hutchinson stared at her for a few moments before focusing on peeling the apple.
Feeling uncomfortable from the pain, Flossie Wright lay back down.
Half a minute later, the act of Glenn Hutchinson peeling the apple successfully distracted Flossie Wright.
Actually, Glenn Hutchinson's knife skills weren't bad.
