Glenn Hutchinson lowered his eyes to look at her. Taking advantage of his height, he raised his hand to her hair, gently ruffling it with indulgence. His deep voice was mixed with tenderness, "Come back early."
"..." Flossie Wright's mouth twitched hard.
However, just as she prepared to remove Glenn Hutchinson's hand, he had already let go and turned to leave.
Three black lines appeared on Flossie's forehead.
This man, truly incredible!
"Not bad," Daisy Deacon stood in front of Flossie, smiling as she tidied Flossie's hair, opening her mouth with a hint of relief, "A bit more feminine now."
Flossie gave her a sidelong glance.
"Tsk, you don't know," Daisy hooked her arm around Flossie's shoulder as they walked out, speaking with heartfelt emotion, "I always thought you'd end up with a woman for life. You know, the kind a little shorter than you, who can wheedle, cook, and is a caring, good wife and mother... Oh, by the way, is your cooking still as bad as ever?"
