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

"Hey, just passing by and thought I'd check on you."

When Ray saw her walk in, he shut his laptop, tossed it onto the couch, and opened the thermos on the coffee table. "Come on, eat up. Connor made this himself, it's pretty good."

He figured Aisha must be sick of Golden Palace food by now. The last time he brought her a meal from Connor, she polished it off, so he's been pestering Connor to cook extra whenever he makes food for Flora.

Connor, mindful of Aisha's health, prepared nutritious meals, perfect for her recovery.

"I'm not hungry. You go ahead," Aisha said, shaking her head and moving tiredly to sit behind her desk. She looked pale.

"I came all the way here to bring you this, and you're telling me you're not hungry?" Ray glared at her. "Don't think I don't know. You've barely eaten all day. If you're not hungry, then I'm a ghost. Come on, eat." "I really can't," she said weakly, not with her usual feistiness. Ray frowned and turned to look at her more closely.

That's when he noticed how pale she was.

Standing up, he walked over to her just as she pulled a box of painkillers from the drawer.

"Stomachache?" Ray asked.

Aisha nodded, popped a pill, and swallowed it dry, without even a sip of water.

put the painkillers back in the drawer. Half the pack was gone, showing

never listened to him

irritation flared up in Ray, like a fire burning

a cup from her desk, filled it with hot

the cup. The hot water did make her

still in pain, I'll take you to the hospital," Ray

that fragile. I'll be fine after a

brows knitted. "I've been running around all day and haven't even eaten yet. Do you

one asked you to

and too pained from her stomachache to argue,

had no appetite. She was hungry, but it had gotten to the point where, despite her empty stomach,

two bowls of pork

brows were furrowed tightly. "Finish eating and

still have documents

with them after

Aisha said, getting ready