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

Nash was a bit baffled by Fiona's decisions, but he kept his thoughts to himself. Just then, Fiona's phone buzzed with a message from Allen.

He had delivered the milk sample to St. Mary's Hospital as planned. Fiona had already given the hospital director a heads-up to fast-track the test results.

Allen: Free tonight? I'd like to treat you to dinner as a thank you.

Fiona: Sounds good, let's hit the Seville Restaurant. I've got a hankering for some crab.

Allen: 7 PM, Room 307.

Fiona: Cool.

After replying, Fiona dived into a quick game on her phone.

Around noon, Jackson swung by to see Fiona, and they ended up grabbing lunch together, with Nash tagging along. Lunch was no-frills-a bowl of crab bisque each. Jackson bought some snacks for Fiona to take home, but Nash tried to snag a bag, only to have Jackson catch him in the act.

"Really, Nash? Still sneaking snacks like a kid?" Jackson teased, eyeing him. "You're in great shape, what do you need all that for?"

Nash: "???"

Is this really my uncle, or is someone impersonating him?

"Jackson, I'm still growing. I need the fuel."

"If

you touch any of it, you're doing three extra laps tomorrow morning."

The threat of extra laps made Nash's hand freeze mid-reach.

"Jackson!" he whined, hoping to soften him up, but got nowhere. Fiona giggled, her dimples popping out, looking utterly charming.

Jackson glanced at Fiona, feeling a warm fondness for her infectious laugh. "These are all for you, so dig in." He nudged the bag closer, playfully pinching her cheek. "You're too skinny, you need to put on a bit more weight."

He even added an extra helping to Fiona's lunch.noveldrama

"Eat up. Maybe you'll turn into a cute little pig!" Nash muttered, stirring his soup in mock annoyance.

Suddenly, two pairs of eyes locked onto him, making Nash squirm under their identical, piercing gazes.

That evening, Fiona showed up at the Seville Restaurant right on time. Allen had beaten her there and ordered a spread of spicy dishes, knowing her taste.

Allen sure knew how to play his cards right.

"Here's the test report." Fiona pulled out a folded sheet from her pocket and placed it in front of him. "There's definitely something wrong with the milk, though I bet you saw that coming."

Even though Allen had expected it, he still couldn't quite wrap his head around it.

"Christina's been my manager since

day one. After all these years, what's

she after?" Allen wondered out loud, sipping his juice and thoughtfully peeling some shrimp for Fiona.

Honestly, Fiona felt their relationship wasn't quite at shrimp-peeling level yet.

"Maybe she's getting restless." Fiona chuckled, nibbling on some crisp lettuce. "Haven't you noticed she's got a thing for you?"

Allen fell silent, mulling it over. He wasn't oblivious; even if he knew, he had to act like he didn't.

The entertainment world was a deep, unpredictable ocean.

"It's up to you how you want to handle it." Fiona set down her chopsticks and started cracking open a crab.