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.

a kid. Her grandpa and

"Ding ding ding="

ringtone jolted

from her pocket and felt a chill run down her spine when

Uncle!

her uncle

my clothes upstairs,"

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

hiding a boyfriend from

...

Upstairs.

door, fixed her hair, and

from his office. He'd been swamped lately, and as soon as he had a moment, he called Fiona to check

small,

replied with

s to en.kikistorien &

your face so

nagging sense that

to be snatched away

a bit dry

tables: "Uncle, what's with the look? Think I'm hiding a guy