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

Chapter 1408

"Hey, don't just stand there, go grab some forks." Jackson called out warmly as he emerged with a plate of spaghetti, glancing at Fiona lingering in the doorway.

"Oh, okay," she replied quickly, nodding as she fetched a couple of forks.

Jackson had already set the pasta on the table by the time she returned. She slid into the chair across from him.

"Give my cooking a shot," Jackson grinned, nudging the plate towards her.

"Brother, what made you decide to whip up some pasta for me?" Fiona asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Not a fan?" he teased.

"No, it's not that," Fiona chuckled, grabbing a fork and diving in. The taste took her by surprise-it was light yet packed with a distinct flavor. Normally, she leaned towards spicy dishes and avoided anything too bland, but this was downright delicious. She dug in for several more bites.

Jackson watched her with a soft gaze, the overhead light casting a faint glow on his long lashes, yet his eyes were full of warmth.

"When I was a kid and feeling down, my mom would always make me pasta," he said suddenly, his voice carrying a hint of huskiness. Fiona paused, her fork hovering in mid-air.

he continued. The taste might have remained, but the person behind it had changed. Fiona pursed her lips, sensing the weight of

being kept at arm's length? Fiona felt a pang of annoyance until Jackson

who

kid anymore! The thought crossed Fiona's mind as she bit gently on her fork. But seeing Jackson's spirits lift, she felt a

finished her

gathered the

met

voice smooth and gentle, "You've had long day; head upstairs and get some rest. Don't worry about school.

eager to part ways just yet,

"But I'm feeling

used when coaxing a child. Fiona arched an

turned back, catching a glimpse of Jackson still tidying up in the kitchen. A small smile tugged at her

thought of

father was

for her mother. It

similar kind of