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

Though he was apologizing, his tone still had a bit of that bossy edge.

"Flora, please don't be mad..."

Flora couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation. Seeing him so nervous, she stepped forward and, much to his surprise, wrapped her arms around his neck. "Connor, I'm not mad... No matter what you do, I won't get mad..."

"Flora..." Connor hugged her tightly around the waist, his voice thick with emotion.

His girl was just too sweet.

"Can you help me put this necklace on?" Flora asked softly.

Connor nodded eagerly, took the necklace, gently brushed her hair aside, and carefully put it on her.

Flora took the moment to snap a photo of Connor putting the necklace on her and posted it on social media.

Connor noticed and straightened up a bit, tilting his face slightly to show off his sharp, perfect jawline.

His Flora was posting again.

Mr. Connor is such a jealous type!

Seeing her caption, Connor felt a rare blush of embarrassment. Maybe he was a bit too jealous...

But his girl was spoiling him!

"It's posted, now give me a like!"

"Sure thing!"

Connor nodded and quickly liked and shared the post.

As soon as it was up, comments started rolling in.

Ray: Get lost!

Aisha: Wow, such a beautiful necklace! You're so lucky!

Ray@Aisha: I'll get you an even bigger one!

Aisha: ....

Brianna: Speechless.

Connor couldn't help but chuckle at the comments.

Flora watched him, and seeing his mood lift, she said in a slightly whiny tone, "I'm hungry."

Only then did Connor remember that after all that drama, Flora hadn't eaten yet.

"Dinner will be ready in no time."

With that, he put his phone down on the table and rushed into the kitchen.

Flora watched his flustered figure with a twinkle in her eye.

Suddenly, Connor's phone screen lit up.

Flora glanced over instinctively.

A text from someone named Kruz popped up.

Kruz: Bro, are you serious with that Flora girl? You know...

Flora couldn't see the rest of the message.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

She calmly turned her gaze away, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly.

Meanwhile, Alexa followed her assistant to a standalone villa.

As soon as they entered the hall, they heard a roar from inside! "Useless!"

She recognized Hudson's voice and felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Mr. Otto, Alexa is here," the assistant announced respectfully, knocking on the door. "Let her in!"

The door opened, and Alexa saw the

room

in total disarray, with Hudson

on the bed, gasping

"Mr. Otto, what happened to you?"

→otal disarray, with

face both dark and flushed

W?

Alexa walked in, her surprise evident, and without a word, glanced at Hudson's bandaged, still-bleeding hand, growing more curious.

Who could have hurt Hudson?

Seeing Alexa, Hudson couldn't help but think of the humiliation he had endured if it weren't for Alexa, he wouldn't have messed with Flora, and none of this would have happened.

But now wasn't the time for blame. His head was spinning, and his body felt both hot and feverish. He took a deep breath and said, "Come here, take a look, why won't my fever go down?"

Hearing this, Alexa hurried over to check on him, first taking his temperature, 103°F.

"Is it because the wound is infected?" she asked, frowning deeply, her eyes scanning over the bandage on Hudson's hand.

Some blood had seeped through.

Hudson was nearly driven to fury by her, "If it were that simple, why would I have someone call you over?"