Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Connor chuckled, his deep laugh crackling through the phone, sending shivers down Flora's spine.

No wonder he was her man! Even his voice was irresistible.

"Hang tight, I'm coming to get you," he said.

"Okay," she replied, ending the call with a smile.

Her colleagues couldn't help but gather around, their curiosity getting the better of them.

"Flora, you and your fiancé are so in love," one of them commented.

They had seen it all-the way Flora's face lit up like a girl head-over-heels in love. But they also couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Shawn, the quiet guy who had finally found someone he liked, only to find out she was already taken.

Half an hour later, Connor's car rolled up outside the lab. Flora climbed in, her backpack slung over her shoulder. Connor took it from her and handed her a cup of her favorite tea latte. "Your favorite, half sweet," he said.

hands, making Flora so happy she leaned

Mr. Connor is so

front seat, Moss and Beck pretended to be engrossed in

had fresh ingredients flown in to make her favorite dishes: sweet and sour pork ribs, braised

at their villa,

more comfortable clothes and headed straight to the kitchen. After her shower, Flora, now

table.

she picked up a grape and walked to the kitchen. "Connor, open

a grape to his mouth, but just as he was about

mouth, laughing.

some, come get it," she challenged, holding

lips were full and inviting, making Connor's gaze darken with desire. Loosening his collar, he leaned down, his lips meeting hers.

from the kitchen, her clothes slightly rumpled and a

tease, but she couldn't handle