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

with a perfect balance of sweet and sour flavors. The meat was rich

swallow and reached for another

and Rafael couldn't resist grabbing their chopsticks

at restaurants until they were sick of it. It was rare to have such a delicious home-cooked meal,

couldn't help but serve themselves a few

and wary of Connor, saw how Crimson and the others were unapologetically devouring

were left

Flora was fuming.

even gotten to

weren't full either. With so many people

starving, right?" Crimson's eyes sparkled mischievously

annoyed. What do

hungry. It wouldn't be too much to ask

"And make some extra for us to stay and

Flora was stunned.

The nerve!

"Don't make them anything!"

a bit

well; she only showed this side of herself

were