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

Chapter 1070

Flora was hanging out in the lobby, waiting for him. Ray, with nothing better to do, decided to join her. He asked the manager to hand her a warmer and crank up the heat a notch. He figured, Flora wasn't exactly the delicate type-anyone who could take down a burly guy with her bare hands wouldn't be fazed by a little chill, right? But hey, some folks treated her like she was made of glass. So, he had to play along. "Flora, seriously, can't you put on a bit more?" Ray said, eyeing her flimsy outfit with a smirk. "You're always draining my wallet, billions at this point, and yet you can't get yourself a decent coat?"

Why did girls insist on dressing so lightly in the dead of winter? Aisha did the same thing, and he always wanted to wrap her up like a burrito. Flora wasn't wearing much either a knit sweater and a wool coat-but to a guy, that seemed like next to nothing. "I'm skint," Flora shot back with a cheeky grin. "How about a little funding?"

"No way am I funding an ungrateful little fox," Ray quipped, half-jokingly.

He'd seen Kruiz and the others leave, stashing sachets of potpourri in their pockets. Not once had Flora given him a sachet, yet she always managed to wring money out of him. Ten billion for a bottle of perfume? The more he thought about it, the more it irked him. Flora casually glanced at him, maybe realizing she'd pushed it too far. She rummaged through her bag, pulled out two bottles of perfume, and tossed them over: "One for Aisha, one for you."

The perfume was way more potent than those sachets and took a lot more effort to make. Ray was genuinely surprised, thinking, Wow, has Flora finally come around? Was she actually giving him something? He couldn't help but grin.

Just as he was feeling pleased, Flora chimed in, "Same rate, ten billion a bottle."

Ray: "..."

got to be

hand and a pink and

of distance. He pulled a scarf and hat from the bag and

Connor asked, "What's up

girl sure knows how to do

Connor chuckled, affectionately tousling Flora's

so he turned to head upstairs, feeling a bit annoyed. But he wasn't truly upset. He wasn't going to get worked up over a

Flora's hand as they strolled outside. It was freezing with rain and snow, but Flora's hand felt

just a couple of