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

Libby couldn't help but cast a glance at the car parked behind Connor. She felt a twinge of disappointment. Just a plain, unremarkable Land Rover. Guess his financial situation was pretty average. But that was okay. Her family had money, and she was confident she could turn Connor into a millionaire!

Taking a deep breath, Libby walked over to Connor, extended her hand, and greeted him with a mix of politeness and shyness, "Hey, we meet again."

Connor looked up at her, his brows slightly furrowed. His gaze was completely blank, as if to say, who are you?

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Libby still managed to smile, "Don't you remember me? We met at the night market the other day. My wallet got stolen, and you covered for me."

That jogged Connor's memory. His brows knitted even tighter. He had made it clear last time that he was engaged, yet here she was, still trying to chat him up. The strong scent of her perfume was making him

nauseous.

air, irritation bubbling up inside her. But she knew that with men as cold as Connor, she had to

the chill emanating from Connor intensified, almost

felt a bit intimidated but still mustered the courage to ask, "So, why are you

stomach, yet Libby thought she was being incredibly charming. Connor felt a surge of irritation. Good thing Libby was a woman; otherwise, he might not have been able to keep his hands to himself.

"Hey, wait-"

rear window rolled down. Libby saw a face she never

Flora rested one hand on the window, chin

It was mortifying! Who would have thought Flora was in the car! Wait...