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,

make sure to

smile spreading across her face. She needed to recover to have the strength to confront Susan. Flora chatted with

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

Crimson's condition. Once reassured she was

is planning to leave

disciples, but Lance

have stopped them,"

holding Flora's hand and slipping it into his coat

go. We can't keep them

she had already achieved

Atticus's

handed her

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

into

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

Flora's phone buzzed. It was a message from

Flora, aren't you coming to

realized it was already

Got something