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 her

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

couldn't help but swallow and reached for another

the food, Louie and Rafael couldn't

they were sick of it. It was rare to have such a delicious home-cooked

help but serve themselves a few

of the group, initially hesitant and wary of Connor, saw how Crimson and the others were unapologetically devouring the food and

scraps were left

Flora was fuming.

hadn't even gotten to eat

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

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

annoyed. What do you

still hungry. It wouldn't be too much to ask

some extra for us to stay and eat

Flora was stunned.

The nerve!

"Don't make them anything!"

a bit

knew Flora too well; she only showed this

people were