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

and Beck could hardly stand it. Not at all?

been waiting here like a

you feeling today? Does it still hurt?” Flora

a height and breaking several ribs, and it was natural to still feel pain a few

slept well since the fall, but

haven’t eaten, right? I brought you breakfast. Flora

on high alert, fearing Flora had poisoned the

har

merely responding

a bowl of soup, sipping it herself first before handing it

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

voice filling the room, the

disliked Flora, had nothing to say. After all, no matter what Flora’s intentions were, at least she could make

simply leaning against the pillow, watching Flora with a

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

it that she discovered his people at her home and pretended

a temporary consolation or

to let it slide, but

Flora was truly trying to like him?

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

like a bucket of cold water had beeh poured over him. Connor’s heart turned

fantasies became knives stabbing his heart.

treating him as a pastime. She

don’t bother coming ever again.” Connor’s tone suddenly turned cold. He leaned against