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."

up. Once you're better, you can deal with

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spreading across her face. She needed to recover to have

a simple bowl of white porridge, he managed to make it taste extraordinary. Crimson downed two big bowls in no time. After eating, Crimson felt sleepy and curled up under the

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

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and slipping it into his coat pocket. "Should we

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had already

Atticus's apology

handed her the

room, opened her laptop, and typed

into

a photo of the handwritten letter, and clicked send. After a few quick keystrokes, she looked at the screen content, satisfied with

Flora's phone buzzed. It

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it was already

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