Todos los capítulos de FLOWER OF LOVE: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

She stepped into the restroom and, instead of obeying Veron’s instructions, faced the mirror above the sink. She studied her reflection, steadying her breath. There was no way she would let Veron boss her around with tasks that had nothing to do with being her personal assistant. Still, she didn’t want a fight. She didn’t want to hate her. She pulled out her foundation from her tote bag, brushed a thin layer across her face, then left the restroom and headed straight to Veron’s office. She knocked before entering. Veron was on the landline but immediately dropped the receiver the moment she saw Flora Amor by the door. Flora Amor walked toward her with natural ease, but Veron quickly moved to meet her halfway. “Come with me to Robinsons Pedro Gil. I have a meeting with a client,” Veron announced and hurried out of the office. Flora Amor didn’t answer—she simply followed. As they crossed the lobby, Veron placed a call on her mobile. “Alright. We’re leaving the building n

“Where are the papers you pieced together?” Veron demanded the moment she stepped into her boss’s office. Flora Amor immediately noticed the shadows under the woman’s eyes—signs she hadn’t slept a wink for reasons only she knew. “They’re right here, ma’am,” she replied quietly, lifting the waste bin she carried. Veron’s eyes widened. She snatched the bin from her hands, marched to her desk, and overturned the contents. Paper scraps spilled everywhere. Flora Amor couldn’t stop the faint smile tugging at her lips as memories from last night surfaced. She could still picture Dixal and Lemuel slumped in chairs inside Dixal’s office, forcing their eyes to stay open while helping her reassemble those shredded papers. The two had nearly passed out from exhaustion. Thank goodness they finished before midnight. Veron finally found what she was searching for. Brows knitted, she strode toward Amor holding five pieces of paper—her secret letter to her father. “Why were these mixed i

Dix was taken aback when Dixal suddenly entered his office, moving directly toward the first person standing at the work table without a glance around, talking on the landline.“I'll call you later,” he said into the phone before hanging up.“Dixal—” Dix’s chest tightened with a surge of anxiety, and in an instant, a fist shot up, connecting with his jaw. He almost toppled over if he hadn’t grabbed the edge of the table.“Asshole! Out of all the people you could betray, you choose me? Damn it!” His eyes blazed with fury, his voice shaking with anger.But instead of retaliating, Dix only smiled—a mischievous, infuriating grin—and wiped the blood from his lower lip.“Do you really think that punch scares me?” he laughed aloud.“Tell me,” Dixal continued, trying to steady his voice once the initial rage subsided, “what are you and the old man planning?” Disgust lingered in his tone, sharp and clear.“You want information, huh? Then why not strike a deal?” Dix suggested, his grin teasing.

He kissed her softly at first, almost teasing, and she immediately closed her eyes, letting herself savor the gentle pull of his lips on her lower lip until a quiet moan escaped her. One of her arms curled around his neck as his mouth grew hungrier, his tongue slipping out, eager to enter her. She parted her lips for him in a slow, circular opening, inviting his tongue in as if begging to taste him deeper, while his hand glided up her chest and found her breast through her nightie, giving it a deliberate twist that drew a louder moan from her. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to pleasure her husband—her love. She wanted him to feel how deeply she adored him. She kissed him back and pressed her body to his, feeling the hard shape buried inside his pants—the one desperate to break free and play with her. But she sensed him restraining himself, as if determined to give her a long, lingering play. She arched when he pushed her nightie up and slid his wide palm into her pantie

Flora Amor paused with her makeup brush mid-air, her eyes fixed on her reflection. “Dixal… do you really think I can become a finance director?” Standing beside her, Dixal watched her with quiet focus. “Trust yourself, Amor. Once all my problems are settled, you won’t just be the finance director—you’ll be Madam Vice-Chairman. I’ll make you one of the company’s shareholders.” He picked up the lipstick and handed it to her. She let out a soft giggle, excitement bubbling beneath her playful reaction. He already had so many plans for her. She’d once believed he was serious about turning her into a full-time housewife—apparently, that was nothing but a joke. Staying home all day was never her thing. She was built to move, to work, to run. But once their problems were over, she promised herself she’d let him teach her how to cook. It was embarrassing—she was the wife, yet her husband was the one taking care of her. She didn’t even know how to make lasagna. She only knew how to eat it