Chapter 154
Ray and Aisha returned to their seats. Both Connor and Flora could acutely sense that something was off between them.
Aisha’s top had come undone by two buttons, revealing the scented pouch around her neck–a gift from Flora. However, its fragrance
had faded.
“Aisha, it seems like you like scented pouch too,” Flora mentioned, pulling out a brand new scented pouch from her “Here, I’ll give you this one. It’s good for your health to wear it”
Ray scoffed “ignorant. That’s a pouch from Séraphine. You think your homemade trinket can compare?
Aisha had recovered well. She seldom fell ill now. Aside from avoiding strenuous activities, she was nearly back to normal.
“Don’t come begging to me later, Flora retorted with a cold laugh
Ray responded in kind, “Flora, if that day comes, Ill call you my grandma”
The waiter brought out their food, mostly dishes Flora had ordered.
Spotting a plate of spicy crawfish, Flora exclaimed to Connor, “I want to eat crawfish!”
Before she could continue, Connor had already put on his gloves. He smiled, picked up a crawfish, and patiently peeled it for her
Flora ate each one he peeled. The scene was excessively sweet.
“Connor, me tool” Ray said, as if on a whim.
Connor glanced at him, tossing the peeled shell into Ray’s bowl.
Ray gobbled it down, “I want more.”
“Peel it yourself,” Connor replied, focusing on peeling crawfish for Flora.
Flora was undoubtedly the happiest diner Ray, on the other hand, was seething with frustration
After the meal, Connor and Ray went to the parking lot to fetch the car. Flora and Aisha waited outside.
Apart from when facing Connor and her family, Flora was usually reserved. Aisha wasn’t much of a talker either. So, they both stood in silence, which wasn’t uncomfortable.
The setting sun painted half the sky blood–red.
Suddenly, Flora yelled, “Watch out!”
Before Aisha could react, Flora had pulled her behind. Where Aisha had been standing, a metal rod crashed down.
A group of men, resembling thugs and wielding metal rods, surrounded them with vicious intent.
Flora’s response was swift and decisive.
These men were clearly trained. Flora could handle them, but protecting Aisha made it challenging.
The attackers hadn’t expected such fierce resistance from a woman. One man, kicked in the stomach by Flora, fell to the ground. Resentful, he suddenly pulled a knife from his clothing. Under the dying light, it gleamed coldly.
Flora’s gaze sharpened.
The sight of the knife made Aisha freeze, her body shaking as if recalling a traumatic memory.
Flora thought Aisha was just scared and paid it no mind. When the man lunged at her, aiming for her eye, Flora dodged and grabbed his arm, twisting it harshly.
His arm bent at an unnatural angle, and he screamed in agony. The knife dropped to the ground, and he fell to his knees before Flora. Just then, Aisha, whom Flora had been holding onto, began to scream uncontrollably. “Ah!” She brake free from Flora’s grip and dashed
to a corner.
Flora was stunned, not expecting Aisha to lose control.
The man’s eyes flashed with malice. Taking advantage of her momentary daze, with his intact hand, he grabbed the dagger from the ground and thrust it towards her. Flora reacted quickly, dodging hastily, but she was still a step too slow
