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

Chapter 853

Joy got hit by a car. Her injuries were brutal; her entire right hand was crushed, and she's still in the hospital fighting for her life. A car accident? Flora raised an eyebrow. She had just survived one herself, and now Joy went through the same ordeal. What a coincidence. Flora had a feeling she knew who was behind it. Even if Connor didn't make the move, she would've. Crimson had already investigated, and Joy had a hand in her injuries too. Connor was clever, waiting until after the medical league to take action, keeping things under the radar. Yep, her man was smart like that.

"Why haven't you dried your hair?" Connor walked in, noticing her playing on her phone with her hair still damp, and frowned.

"I forgot," Flora said, putting down her phone, looking a bit sheepish. It wasn't exactly that she forgot; she was just lazy, heh... waiting for Connor to come dry her hair for her. Since being with Connor, she was getting spoiled rotten, almost unable to fend for herself. Of course, her little tricks didn't slip past Connor. With a playful flick to her forehead, he grabbed the hairdryer from the cabinet, plugged it in, and started drying her hair.

"Is it too hot?" He checked the temperature, asking gently.

"Nope."

"Tell me if it gets uncomfortable, okay?"

"Mhm." Flora nodded. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she asked, "Connor, did you forget something?"

"What?" Connor was momentarily clueless. What could he have forgotten? There's no way he'd forget anything about Flora.

Flora turned around, wrapping her arms around Connor's waist. She was sitting while he was standing, making her look up to meet his gaze.

"What is it? Didn't you promise me a gift?" Flora said, her lips curling into a smile. "What's this, going back on your word?"

Seriously...

his face heat up

up with mischievous

or not?" Flora

let's pick

felt pretty

to be

as

didn't say no either." Flora blinked, staring right at

something else." Connor felt a headache coming

other gift,

Connor: "..."

His headache intensified.

"Flora, choose something else."

embarrassing. He couldn't do

going

shrugged, flopping down on the bed. She pulled the blanket

she was pretending, but he still felt a little