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

Crimson raised an eyebrow, "Guess I'll have to trouble Mr. Connor."

"It's no trouble at all."

Connor gave a slight nod and followed someone to the kitchen.

"He's really good to you," Crimson said, resting her chin on her hand as she watched Connor leave, clicking her tongue.

Connor had a significant status, yet here he was, willing to cook for Flora.

Flora chuckled, "Well, he is my fiancé. Of course, he'd be good to me."

Crimson clicked her tongue again. "Such a blow to all the single folks out there."

"Alright, lie down and chat." Flora placed the bowl of porridge on the bedside table and tucked away the small table. "Doesn't sitting up hurt your back?" "Yeah, a bit."

Crimson lay down comfortably.

"Have all the major forces left?" she asked.

Flora nodded, "Yep."

Crimson chuckled, "Flora, you're impressive."

is still locked up. Once you're better, you can deal with

sure

recover to have the strength to confront Susan. Flora chatted with Crimson for a

else. Even with a simple bowl of white porridge, he managed to make it taste extraordinary. Crimson downed two big

to check with the doctor about Crimson's condition. Once reassured she was

is planning

but Lance and

stopped them,"

holding Flora's hand and slipping it into his coat pocket. "Should

We can't keep them

already achieved her

me Atticus's apology

her

walked to another room, opened her laptop, and

into her

send. After a few quick keystrokes, she looked at the screen content, satisfied with

buzzed. It was a message

Flora, aren't you coming to the lab

it

be in today. Got something on. I'll be there on time