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

"Are you hawking something?" he quipped, dripping with sarcasm. "I've never

encountered a brew as potent as your presence."

The courtesan shook with anger, and the young Stonnell heir rushed to her side,

his face darkening. "Jackson, don't push your luck!" he snapped coldly.

Jackson just rolled his eyes, shooting a look at Fiona that seemed to say, "How

did the Stonnell family end up with someone so embarrassing?"

Fiona sighed, feeling the weight of dealing with a family that seemed to lack the

sense to run their affairs properly. It was exhausting.

"Lian apologized, and if you can't accept that, it's your issue. Don't be so

ungrateful!"

Fiona stepped up and slapped the young Stonnell heir, leaving him stunned. To

her, people like him were just noise-utterly tiresome.

"Fiona, have you lost your mind?" the young heir gasped, eyes wide with disbelief.

Never in his life had anyone dared to strike him.

"If you keep running your mouth, don't tempt me to slap you again!" Fiona's sharp

gaze was enough to shut him up.

Given his family ties, she felt it was necessary to set him straight a little.

"Spend more time reading and less

time chasing skirts. Just because

modern medicine is advanced

doesn't mean you can treat your

health lightly. Don't say I didn't warn

you if you find yourself bedridden

one day."

With that, Fiona gave him a disdainful look, then took Jackson's hand, smiling

sweetly. "Let's go home, big brother."

She wasn't about to waste more time on someone who would sell out and even

help count the money.

On their way home, Fiona couldn'tnoveldrama

shake off thoughts of the

courtesan's undeniable allure. The

woman was stunning-beautiful,

youthful, and skilled at weaving

spells around men. Any man could

be tempted.

She glanced at Jackson quietly,

appreciating how he remained

unshaken by such temptations.

Although she trusted him deeply,

she realized that, as his girlfriend,

she couldn't completely ignore his

needs. After all, everyone has

desires.

This led her to a revelation: despite being together for so long, Jackson had never

broached this part of their relationship.

Once home, Fiona stormed into her room, her mood sour, refusing to speak.

Jackson followed, sitting beside her.

But before he could utter a word, Fiona suddenly turned around at the top of the

stairs, wrapping her arms around Jackson's neck with a playful, seductive air,

clinging to him like an octopus.

"Jackson," she murmured, lowering her voice deliberately. She saw him shiver

ever so slightly.

Fiona blew a soft breath near Jackson's ear, her cheeks a delicate shade of pink,

her eyes teasing and mischievous, yet she let the moment hang, saying nothing,

letting the silence speak volumes.