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."

Once you're better,

make sure to

cheek, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She needed to recover to have the strength to confront Susan. Flora chatted with Crimson for

extraordinary. Crimson downed two big bowls in no time. After eating, Crimson felt sleepy and curled up under the blankets to

to check with the doctor about Crimson's condition. Once reassured she was fine, Flora finally felt at

planning to leave

disciples, but Lance

stopped

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

go. We can't

already

me Atticus's apology

her the

laptop, and typed in a URL. The

logged into her

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

phone buzzed. It was a

Flora, aren't you coming

it

won't be in today. Got something on. I'll be there