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.

changed. Fiona pursed her lips, sensing the weight of Jackson's memories. She spoke gently,

a pang of annoyance until Jackson added softly, "I

the one who should be

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

Fiona finished her

gathered the dishes

met

long day; head upstairs and get some rest. Don't worry about school. I've already

not really tired. How about I keep you company for a bit?" Fiona suggested, not eager to part ways just yet, She genuinely felt awake, and with Jackson

his gaze intense, "But I'm feeling sleepy. Be

a child. Fiona arched an eyebrow but didn't

of the stairs, she turned back, catching a glimpse of Jackson still

she thought of

father was

concocting new dishes for her mother.

a similar kind of