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

Chapter 1471

Jackson sat there, a quiet observer, eyes slightly narrowed as he took in the scene. The dishes arrived promptly, most of them tailored to Fiona's tastes. Among them was butter-garlic shrimp-a dish she particularly loved. Jackson was about to help Fiona peel the shrimp, slipping on a pair of gloves, but Tyler beat him to it.

Tyler deftly peeled a shrimp and placed it in Fiona's bowl. She flashed him a warm smile before savoring it. Tyler continued peeling, and Fiona continued eating, creating a seamless, synchronized rhythm. Meanwhile, Jackson and Nash faded into the background.

Jackson leaned back, his eyes clouded with unreadable thoughts. Nash, on the other hand, was simmering with frustration. Clearly, Tyler and Fiona shared a special bond-Tyler peeled those shrimp with such ease and familiarity!

Nash was boiling over, his jealousy churning in his stomach. In a fit of pique, he clamped down on half the shrimp platter, piling them onto his own plate. Fiona, mid-bite, looked up at his antics, her expression neutral. "You like shrimp that much?"

Nash acted on impulse and realized too late what he'd done. His face froze. He was allergic to seafood and never touched shrimp. What was he thinking? Just to get under Fiona's skin, he had piled his plate high. But he couldn't admit his allergy-Fiona would never let him live it down. So he retorted with a smirk, "Yeah, I love butter-garlic shrimp. Got a problem with that?"

allergic?" Jackson asked, casually raising

that? I'm not allergic!" Nash shot back, peeling a shrimp with exaggerated care and popping it into his mouth as

was truly a strange character, acting like he had a few screws loose. She chose to ignore him and returned to

mouth-numbing spicy food. As she tried to cool her food

been a moment

brother," Fiona

eased her stomach. She flashed a bright smile at Jackson, her charming little canine tooth peeking

to like it,” Fiona said, holding a piece of curry chicken up to Jackson's mouth not his plate, but directly to his mouth. The fork-it was

can you feed Uncle Jackson with it?

before Jackson could say a