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

sweet and sour flavors. The meat was rich but

but swallow

Rafael couldn't resist grabbing their chopsticks to try

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

serve themselves a few more

initially hesitant and wary of Connor, saw how Crimson and the others were

minutes, only scraps were left on

Flora was fuming.

gotten to eat

either. With so many people and not enough food,

right?" Crimson's eyes sparkled mischievously

back, annoyed. What do

wouldn't be too much to ask for you to cook

then turned to Connor, "And make some extra for

Flora was stunned.

The nerve!

"Don't make them anything!"

huffed, a bit

knew Flora too well; she only showed this side

people were important