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

The hefty guy was trembling, clearly hesitant to make a move, a stark contrast to his earlier bravado. Fiona noticed his reluctance and chuckled softly.noveldrama

Tilting her head slightly, she casually remarked, "Can't do it? Well, in that case, you'll have to take the heat for her."

After she spoke, she gently patted the tiger on the head, while the snake nearby coiled, ready for action. The plump man gulped audibly, but mustered the courage to stand.

Rosa realized she had crossed someone powerful, and as she pushed herself up, her nails nearly snapped from the effort. Just as she was about to put up a fight, the once-peaceful sky erupted with a sudden roar.

Fiona caught a whiff of gasoline, and before she could fully grasp what was happening, a helicopter landed right in front of them. Squinting, she saw Jackson, clad in a sharp black suit, his demeanor icy as he approached.

Trailing behind him was an anxious-looking Adam. Jackson, tall and full of purpose, visibly relaxed when his eyes landed on Fiona, his deep gaze brimming with concern.

As soon as Fiona recognized him, her heart skipped a beat, and her lips formed a small pout, her almond eyes quickly filling with tears of innocence. Her cheeks, smudged with dust from the earlier tussle, only added to her vulnerable, slightly disheveled appearance.

In a voice tinged with grievance, she lamented, "What took you so long? You wouldn't believe how they picked on me. Look at them, all big and brawny. How was I supposed to stand a chance?"

Like a stray kitten finally finding its owner, she inched closer to Jackson. From the moment he stepped off the helicopter, Jackson had wanted to scoop her up. Seeing her so wronged, he didn't hesitate, wrapping her in his arms.

In a deep, soothing voice, he assured her, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one will lay a finger on you." Then, turning to Adam with a cool demeanor, he instructed, "Take care of it."

Adam nodded, understanding immediately. Seeing Fiona bullied had him seething, ready to tear those guys apart for her. Cracking his neck and flexing his wrists, he delivered a swift kick to the hefty guy's chest.

The others quaked in their boots, puzzled at how Fiona, who'd been as cold and fearless as ice before, turned so delicate the moment this man appeared. It hardly seemed fair.

But there was no time for them to

dwell on it, as Adam promptly floored another one with a kick. Rosa was the only one left, and Adam with a frown, ordered

someone to escort her awael

he

never laid hands on women.

Snuggled in Jackson's embrace, Fiona breathed in the familiar woody scent of his cologne, feeling utterly secure. She clung to his suit jacket, subtly nuzzling against it. Jackson tightened his grip, his voice softening, "Hold still." Fiona gave a little pout, her voice almost a whisper.

"Jackson! I'm hurt."

Truth be told, she wasn't hurt at all;

she just wanted to see how he'd

react. As expected, Jackson's

demeanor shifted to one of

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immediate concern. Fiona could feel

his breath catch, his concerm palpable.

"Where does it hurt? There's a doctor on the helicopter. How about we get you checked out, hmm?" His breath, warm and minty, tickled her neck, making her feel a bit giddy rather than annoyed.