So, under Marcel Smith's resentful gaze, Flossie Wright swaggered away.
Only when Flossie was out of sight did Marcel start to feel something was odd.
It seemed like Flossie was a bit strange just now...
But where?
Her face?
Her eyes?
Her nose?
Uh, her lips—
Marcel slapped his forehead in sudden realization.
She was just pulled away by that guy, and in such a short time, she... she... she already...
So, the guy we saw last time had already established a real relationship with her, who has a military identity?
Marcel shook his head and sighed.
Judging by this, it seems like there's no chance with Flossie Wright.
Having left already, Flossie had no idea what Marcel had figured out.
However, just as she turned a corner to head downstairs, she ran into a familiar young nurse.
"Flossie!"
Seeing her, the young nurse carrying some documents stopped and smiled, greeting her.
"Mm."
Flossie nodded at her perfunctorily.
