Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 889

Flora paused, her fingers hovering over her phone as she took in the message from Crimson. She was perched on her bed, typing away with one hand.

"Show me what you've found," she typed back.

Minutes ticked by before an email from Crimson popped up. Flora grabbed her tablet, logged in, and clicked open the email. Inside was a folder.

As she delved into each file, her expression became increasingly grave. There were just too many coincidences. Her parents' deaths and Abbey's sudden disappearance seemed too conveniently linked. From her previous run-in with them, she knew their hacking skills were top-notch, almost as if they wanted her to discover this. Otherwise, there was no way Crimson could have unearthed it.

With a sigh, Flora rubbed her temples, feeling a mix of irritation and unease. Everything seemed to be spiraling into a tangled mess, a fog of doubts clouding her mind. She hated this feeling.

"What’s on your mind?"

Connor entered the room quietly, spotting her lost in thought, phone in hand, oblivious to his presence.

"Oh, nothing." Flora flashed a smile, quickly locking her phone.

"Come over here, let's get that bandage changed." Connor headed to the sofa, setting the first-aid kit on the coffee table, his voice gentle.

Flora made her way over, sitting across from him and offering her hand. Connor carefully unwrapped the bandage, his touch gentle. The wound had scabbed over nicely and was healing well.

"You're healing up fine, but as the new skin grows, it'll itch. Try not to scratch it," Connor advised, applying fresh ointment with a hint of rambling.

Flora rested her chin on her uninjured hand, watching him. The warm glow from the overhead lamp cast soft shadows on his face, highlighting his nearly perfect jawline. His focus was entirely on her hand, his actions tender and precise.

Wow. He really is something.

Once done, Connor closed the kit and looked up, catching her gaze.