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."

locked up. Once you're

make sure to get

her face. She needed to recover to

taste extraordinary. Crimson downed two big bowls in no time. After

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

planning to

but Lance

stopped

slipping it into his

We can't keep

had already achieved her

Atticus's apology

handed her

hand, Flora walked to another room, opened her laptop, and typed in a

logged into her

a few quick keystrokes, she looked

Flora's phone buzzed. It was a

aren't you coming

it was

something on. I'll be there on time