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

Back in class, Class Nineteen was buzzing with excitement. Who could call them the underachievers now?

"Tyler, you're a legend! You've really put Class Nineteen on the map!"

"Yeah, Tyler, you barely say a peep in the group chat. Were you saving this epic move for today? When we had that showdown with those jerks from Class Four, I nearly got my face smashed for you."

"Flora was amazing too, capturing that video of Megan sneaking around like a rat. So shady!"

It was rare to see Class Nineteen in such high spirits. Nash swung his arm with flair, "Let's head downstairs and grab some milkshakes!"

The promise of milkshakes sent cheers echoing through the room.

As for Megan, she was officially expelled from school, her actions too outrageous to overlook.

...

After school, Fiona reached the school gate and spotted a black Mercedes parked nearby. Jackson stepped out.

His gray knit sweater highlighted his tall frame. He playfully tousled Fiona's hair, "Are you hungry?"

Fiona shook her head, "I had a huge lunch, so I'm not really hungry right now."

Nash spotted Jackson from afar and hurried over, "Jackson, I'm kinda hungry. Are we headed out for food?"

"Stay hungry for a while," Jackson replied, not even sparing him a glance. He guided Fiona into the car, then casually said to the sulking Nash, "Aren't you getting in?"

Nash was fuming. Why did he always feel like the odd one out?

He stomped his foot in frustration, his face nearly twisted with annoyance.

"If you're not getting in, find your own way home!"

Hearing that, Nash snapped out of it and dashed into the car. Despite his bravado, the one thing Nash couldn't handle was Jackson's anger.

If he had to find his own way home, he'd definitely get an earful later.noveldrama

He was in big trouble!

Jackson pulled out two candies and held them out to Fiona. "Which one do you want?"

Before Fiona could answer, Nash

snatched the strawberry-flavored et

one, unwrapped it, and

into his mouth. "Jackson, I

one."

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Jackson casually tossed the other candy at him and took out another one,

unwrapping it and holding it to Fiona's lips.

Fiona leaned forward slightly, taking a bite of the candy. Her warm lips brushed against Jackson's fingertips, sending a tingle through him.

The car soon arrived at the Woods family villa. Jackson got out, with Fiona and Nash following closely behind.

"Jackson, why are we home?" Nash asked, frowning.

Weren't they going out to eat?

Jackson didn't answer. Instead, he took Fiona's hand and led her into the villa.

"How about we eat at home today?" Jackson's voice was incredibly gentle, his eyes full of affection as he looked at Fiona. "Didn't you say you wanted seafood? I've had some flown in today."

Fiona nodded eagerly; seafood was her favorite. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she nodded enthusiastically.

Feeling a bit left out, Nash trailed behind them, curious as he peeked into the kitchen. Jackson had donned an apron and was busy cooking.

This scene was a total surprise to him.

To see Jackson cooking? All these years, Nash had never witnessed such a thing.

He glanced at Fiona, clicking his tongue. Flora really was something else!

Fiona sat at the dining table, her legs swinging freely, her hands propping up her chin as she watched Jackson.

In his black shirt, Jackson glanced

back at her, exuding a laid-back kind

of charm. Even with a knife in hand,

his long fingers were a sight to behold.