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

At the villa, Connor watched the video on his phone, his smile slowly spreading.

He said to Moss, Tell Beck not to pack up anymore. We’re not leaving”

Beck had just come upstairs to hear this after packing up half of their stuff. He was puzzled. “What?”

Did all that packing go to waste?

Half an hour later, Flora arrived at the villa. The bodyguards didn’t stop her this time, and she entered without any hindrance.

‘Connor!”

She opened the door and greeted him with a radiant smile. Her mask was already removed, revealing her stunningly beautiful features.

Moss and Beck were almost bug–eyed.

Was this- Flora?!

How had she become so pretty? Was she still the same unremarkable girl from before?

Connor watched her for a moment, surprised but still composed.

“Have you been waiting long?” Flora asked.

“Not at all,” Connor replied, avoiding her gaze as if indifferent

Moss and Beck could hardly stand it. Not at all? Yeah right.

Sir, you’ve been waiting here like a lovesick fool for ages!

“How are you feeling today? Does it still hurt?” Flora asked as she came in,

Connor fell from such a height and breaking several ribs, and it was natural to still feel pain a few days later.

Connor hadn’t slept well since the fall, but he nodded. “Much better.”

“You haven’t eaten, right? I brought you breakfast. Flora chuckled softly, shaking the breakfast bag in her hand.

Moss and Beck were on high alert, fearing Flora had poisoned the food.

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Connor’s expression didn’t change, merely responding with a “Hmm.”

Flora was seemingly oblivious to Moss and Beck’s anxious expressions. She opened the bag and took out a bowl of soup, sipping it herself first before handing it to Connor “It’s still warm. Drink up”

Connor took a sip.

Flora fed him a spoonful at a time until he had finished the entire bowl. She occasionally cracked a joke, making Connor laugh softly, a slight curve forming on his lips.

With Flora’s voice filling the room, the cold hospital room seemed to warm up.

Moss and Beck stood silently aside, and even Beck, who usually disliked Flora, had nothing to say. After all, no matter what Flora’s intentions were, at least she could make Connor happy.

Connor didn’t speak, simply leaning against the pillow, watching Flora with a smile that could melt hearts.

In the past, her smiles were for Aaron, but now they were directed at him. Truthfully, he was confused. He couldn’t believe someone could change so quickly. She liked Aaron so much. How could she suddenly not?

Or was it that she discovered his people at her home and pretended for his sake?

Was her kindness a temporary consolation or a genuine change of heart?

He had intended to let it slide, but seeing Flora slap Aaron, he wasn’t satisfied anymore.

Perhaps Flora was truly trying to like him? Should he trust her?

“By the way, Connor, I won’t be able to visit you tomorrow, Flora suddenly said.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had beeh poured over him. Connor’s heart turned cold.

All those pleasant fantasies became knives stabbing his heart. He shouldn’t have held any expectations.

See, Flora was just playing with him, treating him as a pastime. She got bored in just one day and was leaving.

“Leave now if you want to. Don’t come tomorrow, and don’t bother coming ever again.” Connor’s tone suddenly turned cold. He leaned against the pillow, eyes closed, exuding an aura that kept people

distance

Flors was stunned. What happened? Everything was fine a moment ago. Why the sudden temper? Was it because of what she just said?

12:36

“Connor, you misunderstood…” Flora realized and explained with a mix of helplessness and exasperation. Tm not leaving you. I have something to do tomorrow, so I can’t come. Perhaps you forgot that tomorrow is Monday. I have school.”

Connor’s brow twitched. He had indeed forgotten. Flora was a senior in high school.

He suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. He had indeed misunderstood.

“By the way, Connor, I brought you a gift!” Flora took out a sachet from her pocket. I know you often have trouble sleeping. This is at blend I made myself, filled with various herbs. Wearing it can help you sleep better. I was rushed, so it’s a bit rough.”

The sachet, previously used by Flora, was a bit old. The pink fabric was embroidered with the narne Flora.

A faint herbal scent mixed with a subtle touch of jasmine was released from the sachet. It was a fascinating aroma that seemed to calm the soul.

As Connor took the slightly faded sachet, his hands trembled slightly. This was the first gift Connor had received from Flora.

Her eyes were red, presumably from the effort put into making the fragrant blend.

Connor’s heart skipped a beat.