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

Chapter 1397

Jackson brought Fiona straight home and had a table full of her favorite dishes ready, all tailored to her taste.

As Fiona glanced over the table, loaded with her go-to favorites, she was momentarily taken aback. Then she shot him a playful look, "How did you know I love all this?" Jackson paused mid-sleeve roll, lifting his eyes with a casual shrug, "Just a lucky guess."

Fiona pouted, clearly skeptical.

After dinner, Fiona lounged on the couch, pretending to watch TV, but her eyes kept trailing Jackson. When he got up, she couldn't resist following. "Aren't you going to show me around? I still have no clue what your place looks like," she said, moving a little closer to him.

Her breath brushed against Jackson's neck, making his Adam's apple bob slightly.

Fiona flashed a lively, inviting smile. "Show me around?"

Jackson couldn't say no to her, so he led her upstairs.

Opening the bedroom door, Fiona clicked her tongue in mild disapproval. It was just as she imagined: a strict black, white, and gray palette, a tad bland.

Yet, her eyes were drawn to a painting hanging directly opposite the door. She stepped closer, lost in thought as she examined it.

amazing. You

was a bit raspy as he asked, "You don't find it a

"Not at all. It screams liberation. I'd love to meet the artist. I have so

to burst forth. Little did

of bright

the heavy

its sinned, she see

glow on

a halo

was it

time for a midday break. She wasn't one for naps but knew Jackson, with his hectic lifestyle, might need some

and waved Jackson off with a breezy gesture. "I'll just watch some TV. You go catch some sleep.

tugged at Jackson's lips as he rubbed his temples, wondering whose home it truly

was

...

awake from a