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

Chapter 1848

Fiona woke up to sunlight streaming through her window and grabbed her phone, only to find her name and Jackson's trending everywhere-again.

"Evening Barbecue Brawl: Suspected Woods and Stonnell Heirs in All-Out Fight."

"Action-Packed Brawl Rivals Hollywood!"

"Police Escort Duo After Violent Clash."

She clicked into one of the headlines, not expecting much, but the story had blown up overnight. Someone had even livestreamed their trip to the police station, which set the internet on fire.

The streamer made a killing in just one night. Fiona scrolled through the comments, half amused, half annoyed.

"This streamer's either got nerves of steel or no sense of self-preservation. If those two are really the Woods and Stonnell heirs, streamer's probably got three days left to live."

"Three days? Be realistic. They've already gone silent. Bet they didn't even make it to sunrise."

Whoever trained them, let me know—I'll pay for

onto the bed and stepped out onto the balcony, resting her chin in her hands as she looked out over the city. It was late enough that Jackson should've already gone to the office. But when she glanced

smile broke across her face as she turned and called out,

of coffee, his smile as warm as

rare and precious. No way was she wasting it in bed. "Neither

his hands. "You fixed the company's biggest crisis. What would I

up. "So

said, a small smile tugging at

get a handle on all the gossip swirling online and maybe stir the pot a little about the Bryant Groupo plagiarism scandal while she was

in her eyes and instantly knew

wait for you downstairs," he said, getting

he could head back inside, Fiona was already climbing over the balcony railing, neatly bridging the gap between

the balconies was definitely not small-he hadn't expected her to actually try it. For a split second, he seriously considered buying the whole building, just to connect every balcony

word, Fiona landed in his arms,