Flora’s Path to a Fresh Start in Love and Life

Chapter 1512

Chapter 1512

Seeing this, Jackson kept quiet. His eyes, though, stayed glued to Fiona, filled with a strange sort of worry. If

anyone dared to mess with her, he'd jump in without a second thought.

As Allen was about to take off his shirt, Jackson felt uneasy and quickly pulled Fiona back into his arms.

"Can't you just keep your shirt on?" he nearly growled through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry, big brother. I'm still young, and he's way older. It's no big deal," Fiona assured him.

However, Allen, noticing Jackson's reaction, paused awkwardly with his hands on his shirt. He found himself in a

tough spot, unsure whether to go through with it or not. What a mess!

"Take it off!" Fiona shot Allen a quick look before turning back to Jackson with a bright smile. "Just keep an eye on

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me, brother. Nothing will happen."

After scoaxing, Jackson finally calmed down.

Fiona pulled a needle kit from her backpack and grabbed a lighter. She carefully heated the silver needles and

began inserting them, starting at Allen's wrist and working up to his shoulder. Her precision was spot-on, and her

focus was intense. By the tshe finished, tiny beads of sweat dotted her forehead.

"Let's wait ten minutes," Fiona said, exhaling and moving to a nearby couch. "The concert's in twenty minutes,

so we should be good."

"Will I be fully healed?" Allen asked, clearly anxious. The thought of messing up the concert and potentially his

career made him uneasy.

"Pretty much," Fiona nodded.

Jackson, sitting beside her, opened a bottle of water and handed it to Fiona. "Here, drink swater."

He then pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her forehead. His expression softened; she seemed even more

impressive now.

"Brother, you carry a handkerchief? Fiona chuckled, catching the minty scent on it. She took a deep breath.

"It's your favorite mint scoreath.

"Yep." Jackson nodded, placing it in her hand. "If you like it, it's yours."

"Awesome! Thanks, brother." Fiona tucked it into her bag.

As soon as ten minutes were up, Fiona started taking out the needles, and dark blood oozed from each spot.

"Just wipe it down with some

rubbing alcohol, and you'll be fine," Fiona said, setting the needles aside and tossing Allen a bottle of alcohol.

She wasn't keen on doing the cleanup herself. Besides, Christina was outside and could help if needed.

"We're heading out," Fiona said, linking arms with Jackson and strolling out.

Just as they reached the door, Christina swung it open and stepped in. Fiona hadn't even reached for the

doorknob when Christina grabbed it herself.

"Ms. Fiona, have you finished helping Allen?" Christina asked with a smile, her hand casually tucked in her

pocket.

Fiona noticed but didn't comment, not entirely sure what Christina was up to. "Go check on him," Fiona replied

with a warm smile.

"Thank you, Ms. Fiona," Christina smiled back. She seemed different from the hospital visit. Fiona couldn't shake

the feeling that there as more to Christina's smile than met the eye.

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