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!"

of his strength, forced him to half-kneel from the exertion. A

the others shuddered involuntarily. This

person could handle. Anyone else would have been bedridden, yet Connor was able to exert such force!

volumes about his love for Flora. To push further would only make things more complicated with Flora. "Get the antidote," Rafael ordered before rushing out. A staffer burst in, panic-stricken: "Bad news! The President is on her way

all

speaking, the door was

"Where is he?"

After asking around, she learned that Rafael and his group had taken Connor. She didn't need to guess to know they

Flora knew something was wrong. Her expression grew even

noises behind them. "Move!"

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