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

"Is this what they call karma?" Jules exclaimed, dead serious. Tommy:

"..."

Wasn't Féraphine supposed to be the reserved type? Why does she seem so chatty now? And what's up with Jules today, being so sharp-tongued?

Tommy felt his patience wearing thin. "You should probably check on Abbey first."

Crimson strode in, yanked off the blanket, and without a second thought, stripped Abbey's clothes right off. No one saw that coming, especially with all the male bodyguards in the room. They quickly turned away, but not before catching a glimpse of things they shouldn't have. Jules was exasperated; Crimson was really something else, completely unrestrained.

"What are you doing?" Tommy was fuming. Was Féraphine doing this deliberately?

"Treating her," Crimson retorted with an eye roll. "How am I supposed to see her injuries if I don't take her clothes off?"

You could've given a heads-up!

Tommy felt like he was on the brink of a meltdown and quickly ushered the men out of the room.

Abbey's body was a canvas of burns, both large and small, a sight that was hard to stomach, but Crimson seemed unfazed. In fact, she thought it wasn't enough.

Without warning, she slapped Abbey hard across the face.

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"What on earth

me. If you don't trust me, I'll leave, but you're not

Tommy: "..."

out of here. You're just in the way," Crimson dismissed him with

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of breaking bones was chilling, but Crimson remained unfazed, glancing at

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felt a bit avenged. She took out the medicine Flora had given her, pried open Abbey's mouth, and poured it

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