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

She nodded, nestled in Jackson's arms as they boarded the plane. Onboard were a few of Jackson's most trusted medical staff. As they saw Jackson carrying someone, they instinctively looked down, pulling out medical gear to tend to Fiona. Having worked with Jackson for years, they'd never seen him this attentive to anyone. Now, with Fiona in the picture, they were extra cautious, fearing they might upset this important figure.

"Ms. Fiona, could you please roll up your sleeve for a check?" one of them asked.

Fiona was unfazed by the routine check-up. Just as she was about to roll up her sleeve, she heard Jackson clear his throat gently.

His sharp gaze swept over the male attendants nearby. "Out," he instructed.

They caught on quickly and exited the plane. Jackson's eyes lingered on the soft skin of Fiona's neck before he turned away, swallowing hard.

Sensing his emotional shift, Fiona playfully nudged him. "Why won't you look at me?"

Jackson's voice was low and steady, yet if you listened closely, there was a hint of nervousness. "Is the check-up done?"

"All finished."

Only then did Jackson look back at her. Noticing the undone button on her shirt, he frowned slightly and reached over to fasten it for her, his expression relaxing afterward.

From a nearby box, he pulled out a soft fleece blanket and gently draped it over Fiona. Then he offered her a thermos filled with honey water he had prepared earlier.

"Were you scared? Hm?" he asked, his tone unbelievably gentle, his gaze as tender as a feather landing softly on her heart.

Fiona wasn't much for sweets, but she opened the thermos and took a sip. The sweetness was subtle and just right. Her gaze towards Jackson turned sugary sweet too. Jackson met her eyes, his smile deepening. He sighed softly, wiping some dust off her face with a gentle touch. "Little rascal," he teased.

A mischievous glint sparkled innoveldrama

Fiona's eyes, but she said nothing

Jackson, noticing her unusual silence, pulled out a variety of her

favorite snacks from the box, offering them one by one.

Fiona beamed, munching happily, and teased, "Are you a magic robot? With a treasure chest?"

Jackson chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Yep, a magic robot here just to take you home."

With that, he playfully pinched her

cheek. The plane landed smoothnet

on the helipad in front of Jackson's villa. As soon as they disembarked, Fiona spotted Nash waiting.

Nash had been there for ages, worried about Fiona. After giving her a quick once-over to ensure she was alright, he sighed in relief, arms crossed and feigning indifference. His gaze even skipped over Fiona as he respectfully greeted Jackson.

Jackson's attention was glued to Fiona, as if she might break. He gave Nash a nod in acknowledgment. Fiona stood before Nash, not as tall but every bit as commanding. "Here to pick me up, Nash?" she asked. Nash scoffed, "In your dreams. I'm here for my uncle."