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

so tender they practically melted in her mouth, and 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 taste buds, leaving a

swallow

couldn't

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

serve themselves a few

Crimson and the others were unapologetically devouring the food

only scraps were left

Flora was fuming.

gotten to

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

Crimson's eyes sparkled mischievously as she

annoyed. What

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

to Connor, "And make some extra for us to

Flora was stunned.

The nerve!

"Don't make them anything!"

huffed, a

too well; she only showed this side of

people were important to