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

Chapter 897

Chapter 897

When Flora saw the name "Connor," the frosty edge in her eyes melted away in an instant.

"Lucky you," she muttered, shooting Riley an indifferent look before stepping off her and striding away.

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As Flora reached the entrance, she spotted a car parked outside.

A man leaned against the car door, his black shirt buttoned neatly to the top. His broad shoulders and slim waist were accentuated under a long black coat; his legs looked strong and capable. Flora's gaze lingered, her eyebrows arching slightly.

Quite the restrained allure.

Quite the temptation.

"Connor," she called as she approached.

"What's on the menu for lunch?"

Connor, seeing her approach, opened the car door for her. Once she was settled in, he asked,

"How about some hotpot?" Flora suggested after a moment's thought.

Since moving to Lone Island, she hadn't had hotpot and found herself craving it.

Connor buckled her seatbelt, then pulled out a pack of nuts, tearing

the nuts, popping one

with care-they were imported,

Connor suddenly asked, "Skipped breakfast

admitted, "Yeah, I woke up

a

meals with creative flair. After she spoke, she felt a gentle flick on her forehead and looked up to see

to keep tabs on

just sitting in the microwave, and she still

young lady needs her meals on

keep an eye on me," Flora replied,

the urge to poke

owney on it's

hotpot joint.

her phone, opened her contacts, and shot

have a

quick: Who's this Riley? Doesn't ring a bell, let me

they're a junior coach at our club.

Just as she thought.

Hmph.

typed out, stone-faced: Nice

sending it, she put her phone

"Speedster Supreme" was nearly losing

do you mean by

Supreme: Please, don't scare me! Did that guy tick