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

Chapter 1448

"Alright."

Jackson nodded, still shouldering her backpack, and holding the water bottle she had just finished. Fiona's apartment was pretty typical for a young woman. She adored purple, so the decor was mostly in various shades of it, with flowers tucked into every corner. The

coffee table was cluttered with snacks.

A few clothes were strewn across the cream-colored sofa.

Jackson sighed, shaking his head as he walked over to the sofa, picking up the clothes and neatly folding them.

What a messy girl.

"Hey, want a drink?" Fiona offered, pulling a soda from the fridge for Jackson and grabbing a milk for herself before plopping down on the sofa.

"Hold up," Jackson said, catching her hand to stop her from sitting. "Let me clean up a bit first."

"Oh."

Fiona replied lazily, sipping her milk through a straw, watching him tidy up, a smile playing on her lips. She always thought Jackson was a lot like her dad. Really, a lot like him.

In her memories, her dad, Connor, was just like that-picking up clothes for her mom, who would be lounging on the sofa and occasionally calling out to him. Twenty years of marriage, and it was always the same.

with time, like a kid. Her grandpa and uncle always said her mom was

"Ding ding ding="

jolted Fiona

her pocket and felt a chill run down her

Uncle!

her uncle

change my clothes upstairs," she told Jackson before dashing

her hurried exit, raising an eyebrow. What's up with her, being all

a boyfriend from

...

Upstairs.

the door, fixed her hair, and answered

from his office. He'd been swamped

small,

it," Fiona replied with a grin, flashing a

s to en.kikistorien &

your face

a nagging sense that something was

to be

bit dry in

look? Think I'm hiding a guy in my room? Do I seem like that kind of person?