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 with her

make sure

smile spreading across her face. She needed to recover to have the strength to confront Susan. Flora chatted with Crimson for a bit longer

something else. Even with a simple 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 curled up under the blankets

doctor about Crimson's condition.

is planning to leave

disciples, but Lance

have stopped

and slipping it into his coat pocket. "Should

them go. We can't keep them

already achieved her

me Atticus's

handed her the

laptop, and typed in a URL. The webpage redirected

logged into her

handwritten letter, and clicked send. After a few

laptop, Flora's phone buzzed. It

you coming

it was already

won't be in today. Got something on. I'll be there on