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

"Alright."

Fiona finally caved, and as Jasmine ended the call, she exhaled deeply, feeling like she had just dodged a major bullet. Fiona's threats were nothing to scoff at; Jasmine wasn't about to gamble with her hard-earned achievements.

Jasmine was competent in many aspects, but taking care of herself wasn't one of them. She tended to throw on whatever clothes caught her eye, not bothering with what others might think.

But, to be fair, Fiona could pull off any outfit with her stunning figure and flawless face that could make anyone's heart skip a beat.

After the call, Fiona, feeling a bit restless, headed downstairs for a drink. As she opened the door, she heard the shower running in the bathroom beside the study on the second floor. The light was on, so she tiptoed over. Peeking through the frosted glass, she couldn't see who was inside, but she could hear someone murmuring.

That voice...

Jackson!

Taking yet another cold shower!

played on her lips,

he had claimed.

wasn't the best idea.

a sign of deep affection. With that comforting thought, Fiona tiptoed back

by to pick up Fiona. Jackson took

Jackson asked, nodding

Jasmine out the door, worried she'd spill the beans without

and I have some errands to run. We'll be

didn't give Jackson a chance

unceremoniously shoved into the car, shot

never seen

thief," Jasmine teased a hint