Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1938

Jackson. That name—so familiar, so close.

Fiona gave a little self-mocking smile.

“Yeah, Mr. Woods and I have been done for ages. People move on, right? We’ve both found our own paths.”

Her words sounded breezy, and her face was all cool indifference. But her grip on her phone was tight enough to turn her knuckles white as she racked up kill after kill in her mobile game.

She never held back, not in life and definitely not in-game. She snatched up a rifle and went on an unstoppable rampage, mowing down everyone in her way.

Across the table, Jane’s mood soured with every word out of Amy’s mouth. Seriously? Amy had zero shame—still poking at Fiona’s scars, as if she enjoyed it. Jane’s patience snapped.

With a loud thud, Jane slammed her cup down. She grabbed a glass of red wine and, without hesitation, flung it right at Amy.

“Could you not? You’re acting like a dog begging for attention. What’s so great about being like that?”

Jane was never one to worry about consequences. If someone messed with Fiona, she’d fight back—no matter what.

“Jane, are you out of your mind?”

Amy sputtered, wiping her face, her once-gorgeous dress now soaked and ruined. She looked like a total mess.

“I’m just speaking the truth. If you don’t believe me, ask Jackson. Fiona already said they’re over. Why are you butting in, trying to be the clown?”

Jane’s eyes flashed. “Say one more word and I’ll show you what happens.”

When Jane lost her temper, nobody could stop her.

Fiona, meanwhile, coolly wiped out her 101st enemy in the game before finally saying, “Jane, that’s enough.”

The words worked like magic. Jane immediately stopped, her anger melting away. She turned to Fiona, her eyes filled with helpless frustration—frustration on Fiona’s behalf.

She stared at him, waiting for an answer.

Jackson looked around the table.

“Fiona and I aren’t broken up. We just had a fight. I can’t believe someone took it this far. I guess I should finish this tournament and get home to clear things up.”

The whole table went quiet as everyone processed what he’d said.

The people from Country M shot Amy death glares—they looked ready to tear her apart. Amy was stunned, her shot at being with Jackson slipping right through her fingers, and in front of everyone, too.

Fiona and Jane exchanged a look, both equally confused. What just happened?

The event organizer, meanwhile, was all smiles, clearly happy he’d picked the winning team.

“Couples fight all the time—it’s normal,” he said, quickly pouring another round. “But Mr. Woods, Ms. Fiona, you two are perfect together. I’m sure you’ll be happy for a long, long time.” He raised his glass in a toast to Jackson, face shining with satisfaction.