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."

up. Once you're better, you can deal with her

make sure

wicked smile spreading across her face. She needed to recover to

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

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disciples, but Lance and

have stopped them,"

it into his coat pocket. "Should we let them

go. We can't keep them here

already

me Atticus's apology

handed her

her laptop, and typed in

logged into her

few quick keystrokes, she looked at the screen

laptop, Flora's phone buzzed. It

coming to the lab

realized it was

won't be in today. Got something on.