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.

spoke with a touch of wonder, "This painting is amazing. You can sense

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

It screams liberation. I'd love

brimming with thoughts, ready to burst forth. Little did she know, Jackson was standing next to her, deeply

beam of

the heavy

its sinned, she see

on

a halo

it really

continued exploring Jackson's home and noticed it was about the time for a midday break.

gesture. "I'll just watch some TV. You go catch some

as he rubbed his temples, wondering whose home it truly

he was indeed

...

jolted awake