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

"He left early this morning."

His brother left, huh? Well, that's a relief!

He'd been a nervous wreck last night, worried that Connor would come after him later. He even took off for an early morning jog just to steer clear of him.

Honestly, his brother had no reason to blow up at him. It wasn't his fault that Connor was always up to mischief. He just happened to walk in while delivering milk to Flora!

"Flora, do you guys always mess around like that?" With Connor out of sight, Kruz couldn't help but be nosy. "My brother always seems so cold and straight-laced. Who knew he was such a closet romantic! So improper!"

"It's called having a zest for life," Flora shot back, not agreeing with Kruz's choice of words.

Though, she had to admit, Connor was quite the passionate type behind closed doors.

"But seriously, my brother's got a killer body! Heh, even I can't help but admire it!"

"You... admire it?" Flora gave him a skeptical look.

Kruz went on, all excited, "Hey, Flora, do you guys ever do costumes and stuff? Got any pictures of my brother? Give me a couple! The racier, the better!"

He was kicking himself for not snapping any photos when he had the chance. Such a missed opportunity!

Flora eyed him coolly, "I have pictures, but do you really dare to take them?"

Uhh...

Yeah, maybe not.

If his brother found out, he'd probably toss him out the window!

"Alright, enough chatting. Come get some breakfast," Henrik said, setting the food on the table.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"Wow, food! Just what I need after my run. I'm starving!" Kruz's eyes lit up. He'd skipped breakfast to dodge Connor and was feeling ravenous!

"This was Connor's gift for me," Flora stated flatly, swatting away his hand.

"I just want a taste!"

"No way, there's only enough for one. If you eat it, I won't have enough. If you're hungry, make your own."

He called Connor improper, yet he wanted her to share her meal?

Kruz felt a bit miffed, unsure of how he'd ticked her off this time.

Fine, if she wouldn't share, he'd just order takeout!

Kruz trudged upstairs to change, feeling a bit disgruntled.

"Flora, there's something I need to say," Henrik began once Kruz left, looking a bit awkward.

"Go ahead," Flora encouraged him.

"We won't pry into whatever's happening with you and Connor, but there's one thing to keep in mind: don't get pregnant." Flora: "Uh... Cough."

Now it was her turn to feel embarrassed...

"You're still too young to have kids."

In his eyes, Flora was practically a kid herself. How could she handle raising one?

Plus, she was still in school.

Having a baby would throw her whole life off track.

Seeing him getting all serious, Flora quickly changed the topic, "Hey, where's Dad? Haven't seen him around." "Dad had to step out for something."

"Oh."

...

At a private club.

"Why'd you drag me here?" Raul's vibe was icy, his expression anything but friendly.

He was itching to tear the guy apart!

Karter asked, cool as a cucumber, "The medical competition's over. Are you taking Flora back to Austenberg?"

"What else? Leave her here so you can swoop in and hurt her?" Raul scoffed, his hatred barely contained.

Karter, facing that cold fury, felt a pang in his heart and tried to explain once more, "I've told you time and again, it's not what you think. I didn't harm the Wen family; their deaths weren't my doing! I've been searching for the real culprit too, all these years!"