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."

still locked up. Once you're better,

sure to

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

simple bowl of white porridge, he managed to make it taste extraordinary.

Crimson's condition. Once reassured she was fine, Flora finally felt at

planning to leave

disciples, but Lance and

stopped them,"

hand and slipping it into his coat

go. We can't

had already achieved

Atticus's apology

handed her

to another room, opened her laptop, and

logged into her

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

Flora's phone buzzed. It was

aren't you coming to

realized it was

I won't be in today. Got something