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

Chapter 1574

Patricia never imagined she'd bump into Christina here. Seeing Christina, who she thought was miles away, standing right in front of her was a delightful surprise. She was too caught up in the moment to even think about getting upset -her face simply beamed with joy.

"What... what brings you here?" she asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

But Christina wasn't about to play nice. She brushed off Patricia's hand with a sharp look. "You've got some nerve showing your face here and laughing!"

If Jackson hadn't handled the situation, she'd be sipping tea at the police station right now. She had narrowly escaped a deadly encounter!

"Is my brother here too?" Patricia remained blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation and kept on grinning. "Can I get his autograph?"

Christina could hardly believe the nonsense she was hearing. She slapped Patricia again, her nails leaving a scratch on her cheek.

Patricia let out a startled scream, but seeing the look on Christina's face, she quickly clammed up.

"Did Fiona really kill someone?" she stammered, swallowing hard. "Am I in trouble? Do I have to go to the police?"

It was only now hitting Patricia just how deep a mess she was in.

But Fiona was just a high schooler-how could she possibly commit murder?

she hadn't seen the body behind the rocks, she thought there was no way Fiona could have done something so crazy. But

She was utterly dumbfounded.

...

him "brother," while she enjoyed the candy Jackson had peeled

her eyes, feeling at peace. She'd caught a glimpse of Christina earlier and figured she was headed to

was quite a show, and dealing with the Patricia issue was

Jackson?" Nash

kept moving, the air inside tense and chilly, and he

him a frosty glare, effectively shutting him

are you worn out

was alluding to the two bodies, but she had no plans to give a straight

too bad, although we

on the mountain,” Fiona replied casually, as if she were discussing the weather. "Those two seemed to be after Nash, but they

perfectly, responding

it out," Jackson assured her, gently tousling her hair with undeniable tenderness. "You

Jackson like a timid fawn, looking every bit

Nash: "..."