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,

make sure to

to have the strength

taste extraordinary. Crimson downed two big bowls in no time. After eating, Crimson felt sleepy and curled up under the blankets

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

Atticus is planning to

but

stopped

it into his coat pocket.

We can't keep

already achieved her

Atticus's apology

handed her

Flora walked to another room, opened her laptop, and typed in a URL. The webpage redirected to a joint

logged into her

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

Flora's phone buzzed. It was a message

you coming to the

it

today. Got something on. I'll be there