Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1408

"Hey, don't just stand there, go grab some forks." Jackson called out warmly as he emerged with a plate of spaghetti, glancing at Fiona lingering in the doorway.

"Oh, okay," she replied quickly, nodding as she fetched a couple of forks.

Jackson had already set the pasta on the table by the time she returned. She slid into the chair across from him.

"Give my cooking a shot," Jackson grinned, nudging the plate towards her.

"Brother, what made you decide to whip up some pasta for me?" Fiona asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Not a fan?" he teased.

"No, it's not that," Fiona chuckled, grabbing a fork and diving in. The taste took her by surprise—it was light yet packed with a distinct flavor. Normally, she leaned towards spicy dishes and avoided anything too bland, but this was downright delicious. She dug in for several more bites.

Jackson watched her with a soft gaze, the overhead light casting a faint glow on his long lashes, yet his eyes were full of warmth.

"When I was a kid and feeling down, my mom would always make me pasta," he said suddenly, his voice carrying a hint of huskiness.

Fiona paused, her fork hovering in mid-air.

"After she passed away, there was no one left to make it for me, so I taught myself," he continued. The taste might have remained, but the person behind it had changed.

Fiona pursed her lips, sensing the weight of Jackson's memories. She spoke gently, "Hey, I can make pasta for you from now on. Whatever you want, just say the word, okay?"

Jackson glanced down, a flicker of a smile in his eyes, "Nah."

Why not? Was she being kept at arm’s length? Fiona felt a pang of annoyance until Jackson added softly, "I like making it for you."