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

Crimson glared at her, then swept his gaze over the table loaded with food. "Can't even spare some for a meal?"

It wasn't like it was anything fancy, just some home-cooked dishes.

Flora sighed, knowing she'd never win an argument with Crimson.

Connor's eyes lingered on the chopsticks Crimson was holding. He squinted slightly before ordering someone to bring a new set.

No one else could use anything Flora had used, not even if they were a girl.

Crimson caught on to Connor's thoughts and clicked her tongue in annoyance.

What a possessive man.

His possessiveness was off the charts!

The new cutlery arrived quickly, and Crimson casually picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork rib and took a bite.

Flora always went on about how amazing Connor's cooking was.

Crimson never bought into it, thinking Flora was just lovestruck.

Connor, a pampered rich kid, could cook, which was surprising enough, but how good could it actually be?

bite shut

so tender they practically melted in her mouth, and the sauce exploded with a perfect balance of sweet and sour flavors.

help but swallow and reached for another

food, Louie and Rafael couldn't resist grabbing

away for work, mostly eating takeout or at restaurants until they were sick of it. It was rare to have such a delicious home-cooked meal, almost bringing them to

couldn't help but serve themselves

Crimson and the others were unapologetically devouring the food and couldn't resist

minutes, only scraps were

Flora was fuming.

even gotten

weren't full either. With so many people and not enough food, they'd only had

Crimson's eyes sparkled mischievously as she turned to

annoyed. What do

be too much to ask for

Connor, "And make some extra

Flora was stunned.

The nerve!

"Don't make them anything!"

huffed, a

Flora too well; she only showed this side

people were important