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

Nash barely managed a greeting when he saw her, and it wasn't exactly overflowing with warmth. But those who knew him well understood that him speaking kindly, even with a touch of gentleness, was quite the feat. Noticing Nash's clearly displeased expression, she assumed it was because he felt embarrassed about being hit by Fiona, a woman. She was about to offer some comforting words when the door swung open again. Louise looked over instinctively. The man who entered was dressed in a sharp iron-grey suit, radiating a cool, aloof vibe. From where she stood, she caught a glimpse of his slightly raised chin-a simple outline, yet stunningly attractive. His presence was intimidating, and Louise felt her cheeks flush. She had seen Jackson from afar before but never this close. Her heart sped up as she tried to greet him, but he walked past her without a glance.

She watched in disbelief as Jackson approached Fiona, the person she least admired, and affectionately called her "kiddo."

Louise's eyes widened. What on earth was happening?

Jackson stopped in front of Fiona, and the chill in his eyes was softened by warmth. "Is everything sorted? Have you figured out what you want to eat?"

"I have," Fiona replied, looking up at him. He was a head taller, and when she caught sight of his devilishly handsome face, she had to fight to keep her cool. She coughed lightly and suggested, "Let's go for a steak dinner; it's been ages since I had one." "Alright," Jackson nodded. He didn't care what they ate as long as the young lady was happy.

"Uncle, I want to come too!" Nash

chimed in, feeling a bit awkward but determined. He couldn't keep

dodging Fiona and figured it was et

better to face things head-on. Plus, he was curious about how Fiona

knew Jackson.

"Do you even have the guts to eat?" Jackson gave him a cold look, and Nash immediately backed down.

"Go home and think about what you've done. Write a ten-thousand-word report. If you ever lay a hand on her again, I won't hesitate to give you a lesson myself." "Oh..."

"Louise, what's going on?" Willow was utterly baffled. Why was Jackson behaving like this? Shouldn't he be siding with his nephew? Why was he so cozy with Fiona?

Louise didn't respond, clutching her

stack of books so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She couldn't wrap her head around it... She had

never

ever seen Jackson be this gentle with anyone. en

Biting her lip, jealousy nearly spilling from her eyes, Louise stepped forward.

"Mr. Woods, Nash," she said, holding back her resentment. "Mr. Woods, hello, I'm Nash's friend." Her heart raced as he looked her way, and she quickly added, "You're here to sort out Nash's issue, right? I heard Ms. Fiona hit Nash. Is everything settled now?" novelbin

"You seem very interested," Jackson's cold gaze narrowed, carrying a chill that was casual yet undeniably intense.