Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1123

Connor finally got what she was hinting at. His eyes gradually turned into pools of smoldering desire...

"Mmm..."

Fast forward two hours.

Flora lay sprawled on the bed, utterly spent. She was always the one to start the fire, yet she always ended up begging for mercy. She grabbed her phone and shot a text to Selene, letting her know she wouldn’t be crashing at the dorm anymore and to make sure to lock up tight. She also subtly hinted that Selene was free to call anyone she liked, without worrying about her.

Selene coldly replied with a simple “Oh.”

Connor watched her, noticing she seemed to have regained some energy. He reached over, pulling her back to him for more. Once Connor had a taste, there was no stopping him, especially with Flora being such a little enchantress in bed.

Connor recalled his own words about not getting involved with young girls before turning twenty... What a hypocrite he was. Since that island conference, he'd lost track of how many times they had been together.

...

The next day.

First up was shooting class again. For the first month, newbies at the base didn’t dive into their specialized courses. They focused on outdoor survival, shooting, boxing, and the like to gear up for the entrance exams. There’d be plenty of time over two years at the base to soak up all the medical knowledge, so no rush at the moment.

The med base offered boxing and outdoor fighting classes for a reason. Top medics often found themselves in sticky situations, like the big-shot Jules. Without some combat and self-defense skills, they’d be in trouble.

Flora showed up just in time, spotting Selene doing some leg stretches. Selene noticed her and asked, “Did you have breakfast?”

“Yep.” Flora patted her belly, satisfied from the hearty breakfast Connor whipped up.

“Oh.”

Selene fell quiet.

He chuckled, “Honestly, with your skills, you don’t really need to attend my class.”

That caught Flora’s attention.

Skipping class? Was that even possible?

Shooting classes were mostly early, and Flora wasn’t exactly a morning person.

Hmm... If only every teacher felt the same.

“Is that the Flora you mentioned?”

Not far away, under a sycamore tree, Kylie stood with another woman, their eyes on the scene. The woman's brow furrowed at Ronald’s almost groveling posture towards Flora, clearly not pleased.