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

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

swallow and reached

food, Louie and Rafael couldn't resist grabbing their chopsticks to try some

or at restaurants until they were sick of

serve themselves a few more

and wary of Connor, saw how Crimson and the others were unapologetically devouring the food and couldn't

scraps were left on

Flora was fuming.

even gotten

the others weren't full either. With so many people and not

you must be starving, right?" Crimson's eyes sparkled mischievously as she

glared back, annoyed. What do you

Connor, your fiancée is still hungry. It wouldn't be too much to ask for you to cook

make some extra

Flora was stunned.

The nerve!

"Don't make them anything!"

huffed, a

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

were