Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

The idea of her visit was to test Connor's loyalty. She swayed her hips as she walked over to where Connor lay on the bed and seductively perched herself on his lap.

"Get out!"

Connor shot up, pressing his back against the wall, his fists clenched so tightly that his veins bulged alarmingly. The room, which had been filled with an atmosphere of temptation just moments before, now felt chillingly sinister around him, dispelling any hint of seduction.

"You're already this frustrated; do you really not want me?" she purred, continuing to sway her hips as she approached him, peeling off her clothes as she moved.

She stopped when she was down to just a red slip. Her figure, barely concealed by the thin fabric, was a siren's call, her eyes sultry and inviting, like a temptress luring her prey.

Connor averted his gaze, refusing to give her a second look. When she lunged at him, his patience snapped. Despite his principle of never laying hands on a woman, he kicked her away. "Get the hell away from me!"

kick, powered by most of his strength, forced him to half-kneel from the exertion. A terrifying aura spread

the others shuddered

an ordinary person could handle. Anyone else would have been bedridden, yet Connor was able

would only make things more complicated with

Old P all turned pale. Flora was

staffer finished speaking, the door was

"Where is he?"

missing. After asking around, she learned that Rafael and his group had taken Connor. She

knew something was wrong. Her expression

noises behind them. "Move!"

Flora to see the surveillance footage on the computer. In the video, Connor was half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily, his face and hands covered in bulging veins, drenched in sweat, seemingly enduring extreme