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

Chapter 1407

"Okay, then you can head out now," Fiona said with a casual nod.

Nash was left speechless, his face turning a shade of frustration. Was she even serious? He'd been waiting around, only for her to brush him off so easily?

Without even acknowledging Nash, Jackson led Fiona into the house, both of them blatantly ignoring him.

Taking a deep breath, Nash gritted his teeth and followed them inside. "Hey, you're not hurt, right? Still kicking?" he asked, giving Fiona a once-over.

"I'm not dead, much to your dismay, it seems," Fiona replied with a raised eyebrow. She found Nash's behavior a bit petty. He had been the one to instigate their last skirmish, and now he was back for more after she bested him. Nash found himself at a loss for words, his face darkening in silence.

"I've sorted a leave from school for you. You're off the hook today," Jackson said as he approached, his tone gentle. "Go on, take a shower, change into something comfy, and get some rest." "Okay, big brother," Fiona agreed with a nod, clearly more compliant when Jackson was around, and headed upstairs.

Nash, still looking a bit miffed by Fiona's attitude, noticed her lively demeanor and figured she was alright. His eyes then shifted to Jackson, who was casually tying an apron around his waist. "Uncle, what's going on here? Are you actually going to cook?" he asked, clearly taken aback.

his usual composed grace, tied the apron and glanced at Nash, his intense gaze from beneath long lashes adding to his already captivating yet cold aura, accentuated by his black shirt. "Are you really cooking, Uncle?" Nash asked again, his face a picture of

you need here?" Jackson

"Uh..."

door's to your left," Jackson pointed out,

né

more to do here, maybe I'll hang around a bit longer?" he said, inching closer to the sofa.

uncle really be that

a kitchen knife and a piece of ginger, chopping with a loud thud.

Jackson tossed the poorly chopped

I'm out of here..." Nash said, forcing a

...

Jackson busy in the kitchen, a light steam softening his sharp features,

almost done," Jackson said, turning slightly to acknowledge her presence, his voice

against the kitchen doorframe, peeking