Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Chapter 9

At the villa, Connor watched the video on his phone, his smile slowly spreading.

He said to Moss, Tell Beck not to pack up anymore. We’re not leaving”

Beck had just come upstairs to hear this after packing up half of their stuff. He was puzzled. “What?”

Did all that packing go to waste?

Half an hour later, Flora arrived at the villa. The bodyguards didn’t stop her this time, and she entered without any hindrance.

‘Connor!”

She opened the door and greeted him with a radiant smile. Her mask was already removed, revealing her stunningly beautiful features.

Moss and Beck were almost bug–eyed.

Was this- Flora?!

How had she become so pretty? Was she still the same unremarkable girl from before?

Connor watched her for a moment, surprised but still composed.

“Have you been waiting long?” Flora asked.

“Not at all,” Connor replied, avoiding her gaze as if indifferent

Beck could hardly stand it.

been waiting here like

are you feeling today? Does it still

and breaking several ribs, and it was natural to

well since the fall, but he

right? I brought you breakfast. Flora chuckled softly, shaking

Beck were on high alert,

har

didn’t change, merely responding with a

a bowl of soup,

Connor took a sip.

fed him a spoonful at a time until he had finished the entire bowl. She occasionally cracked a joke, making Connor laugh softly, a slight curve

filling the room, the cold hospital room seemed

silently aside, and even Beck, who usually disliked Flora, had nothing to say. After all, no matter what Flora’s intentions were, at least she could

speak, simply leaning against the pillow, watching Flora with a smile that could melt

but now they were directed at him. Truthfully, he was confused. He couldn’t believe someone could change

was it that she discovered his people

consolation or a genuine change of

to let it slide, but seeing Flora

Flora was truly trying to like

I won’t be able to visit you tomorrow, Flora suddenly

felt like a bucket of cold water had beeh poured over him.

fantasies became knives stabbing his heart. He shouldn’t have held

as a pastime. She

if you want to. Don’t come tomorrow, and don’t bother coming ever again.” Connor’s tone suddenly turned cold. He leaned against the pillow, eyes closed, exuding