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

Chapter 1003

Blake's online antics had become the talk of the town. Her behavior this time was beyond the pale. As fellow members of Maple Grove University, couldn't they have sorted things out face-to-face instead of dragging it online and nearly damaging the university's reputation? Later that evening, Flora and Connor returned from a shopping spree to the cozy Irving household. Henrik was lounging on the couch in the living room. As they walked in, he greeted them with a warm smile, "Back already?"

With her cheeks flaming with embarrassment and anger, Blake stormed off. The thought of having to apologize to Flora only fueled her frustration.

"It's chilly out there. How about some hot tea to warm you up?" he offered, rising to pour Flora a steaming cup. Since the Twitter drama had blown over, Henrik had kept his distance, assuming Flora had no interest in seeing him while she was out with Connor. He had hoped to take Cecelia out for some fresh air, but she wasn't in the mood.

Flora shrugged off her coat, gratefully accepting the tea and taking a long sip. Henrik playfully tousled her hair. "It's getting late. Try to get some rest. I got you a cake for tomorrow."

"Thanks," Flora nodded, her eyes flickering over to the laptop on the small table, where "Night of Destiny" fashion show was prominently displayed. She squinted thoughtfully.

Back in her room after a refreshing bath, Flora connected her phone to the Wi-Fi and noticed a message from Jules.

pitiful image of someone holding an empty bowl. Flora blinked at the screen, utterly bewildered. A billion, gone

billion you gave me just vanished! Need a little more help

drenched in sweat. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and the fear from her dream still lingered in her eyes. She'd dreamt again of that awful, stomach-turning night. Automatically, she checked her phone. It

of night, she wasn't the strong, cheerful person she appeared to be during the day; she felt fragile. She didn't believe she deserved Henrik's kindness. Closing her eyes, she buried her face in her knees, quietly sobbing.

2 million ready? Miss a single dime,

But unable to contact Flora directly, they bombarded Mr. Richard with calls, leaving him overwhelmed and on

days of downtime at home, Howell shot her a

the big recruitment day at the design

of Destiny" fashion show, Flora thought

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