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, you can deal

make sure to get

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

white porridge, he managed to make it taste extraordinary. Crimson downed two big bowls in

about Crimson's condition. Once reassured she was fine,

is planning to

disciples, but Lance and

have stopped them,"

hand and slipping it into his coat pocket. "Should we

go. We can't keep them

already achieved

Atticus's apology

her the

another room, opened her laptop, and typed in a URL. The webpage redirected

into her

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

laptop, Flora's phone buzzed.

Flora, aren't you coming

it

Got something on. I'll