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?

one bite shut

and the sauce exploded with a perfect balance of sweet and sour flavors. The meat was rich but not greasy, especially

help but swallow

the food, Louie and Rafael couldn't

work, mostly eating takeout or at restaurants until they were sick of it. It was rare to have such a

couldn't help but serve themselves a few more

rest of the group, initially hesitant and wary of Connor, saw how Crimson and the others were unapologetically devouring the food and couldn't resist

only scraps were left on the

Flora was fuming.

even gotten to eat

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

Crimson's eyes sparkled mischievously as she turned to

annoyed.

still hungry. It wouldn't be too much to ask for you to cook another meal,

turned to Connor, "And make some extra for us to stay and eat

Flora was stunned.

The nerve!

"Don't make them anything!"

huffed, a bit

too well; she only showed this side of herself around those

people were important to