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

a perfect balance of sweet and sour flavors.

couldn't help but swallow and

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 delicious

serve themselves

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

scraps were

Flora was fuming.

hadn't even gotten

many people and not

sweetheart, you must be starving, right?" Crimson's eyes

glared back, annoyed. What

It wouldn't be too much to ask for

"And make some extra

Flora was stunned.

The nerve!

"Don't make them anything!"

a bit

she only showed this side of

people were important to