FLOWER OF LOVE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Flora Amor stirred awake at the faint murmur of voices coming from the kitchen. Even without looking, she instantly recognized them—Dixal’s suppressed laughter and Lemuel’s endless, half-scolding, half-praising chatter. For the first time, she truly wondered about the real nature of their relationship. Why was Lemuel the only friend her husband had? The more she listened, the more convinced she became that they were closer than just boss and employee, more like brothers bound by loyalty. Stretching lazily, she tugged a pillow over her thigh. Her body begged for more sleep. Every inch of her ached as though she had climbed ten mountains, especially her waist, her legs, and the tender place between them. A shy smile crept onto her lips as last night’s memories washed over her. How many times had Dixal claimed her? Once, twice, three times—she had lost count. He had only stopped when exhaustion overcame them both, and dawn was already creeping in when they finally surrendered to sl

"Are you sure you’re alright?” It was Dixal’s second time asking as they drove toward the party. Flora Amor drew in a deep breath, forcing a smile. “Yup. Don’t worry, I’m fine,” she assured, laying her left hand over his thigh. But the truth was, she wasn’t fine at all. Her nerves were rattled, her mind restless. What if Dixal’s family wasn’t just wealthy but extravagantly rich? What if they refused to accept her, and that was why he’d kept her hidden? She knew Dixal had only agreed to come because she insisted, just so she could ease her doubts. Yet ever since this morning, she could see how unsettled he was...haunted by his dream from the night before, even after she told him again and again it was nothing but a dream. She trusted him. He wasn’t the kind of man to betray her or do anything that could end their marriage. Leaving him would be her very last resort. Still, despite her reassurances, his unease showed in his eyes. “After we see my mom, we must go back home, ok

"Ma, can I have a hug?” Flora Amor whispered, her voice tender as she leaned closer to her mother on the bus seat. “You’re already eighteen, yet you still cling to me like a child,” her mother teased, her tone light, showing no trace of frailty despite the long months she had spent in a hospital bed. Flora Amor giggled softly, wrapping her arms tightly around her mother before closing her eyes. Yes. Leaving was the right choice. Staying in that place where she had suffered unbearable torment would have driven her mad. She refused to relive the memories...especially what Dixal had done to her. She had endured the tragedy of losing her father, but she could never accept Dixal’s betrayal. That wound was far deeper. Now she was free. She would forget. She would never allow the violence of the past to dictate her future. What mattered was that she still had her mother and siblings beside her, and someone willing to help them when needed. But Dixal...she would erase even the shadow

Flora Amor couldn’t believe herself, kneeling in desperation just to beg Devon to answer the special exam his teacher had given him.She couldn’t spank him inside the classroom—she might get reported to the DSWD. She couldn’t even raise her voice, that would only make things worse and harder for her to convince him.So, she did the only thing left—she cried.“Poor Amor, can’t go home until the kid finishes his exam,” she whimpered between sobs, sniffling loudly as if her tears weren’t pitiful enough.Gosh! Who on earth was the shameless man who fathered such a stubborn child with her?Earlier, the teacher had already explained, “Ma’am, no matter what I do, he refuses to answer the test questions. He said they’re boring. I even raised the level of difficulty, but he just glanced at the paper, then fidgeted with the chair and did everything else—except answer it.”The teacher had asked her to step in, even closing the classroom door to let her speak to him in private.Now, Devon sat slo

Flora Amor stood before her three younger sisters, eyes flashing with anger. “You’re not getting up from there until one of you tells me who tampered with my laptop last night while I was asleep!” Her voice rang sharp as a blade, making Hanna, Maureen, and Lizzy sit stiffly on the sofa like defendants in court. Hanna was already in college, Maureen and Lizzy still in high school—but all three knew their way around a computer. “Ate, I went to bed early. And you were the one using your laptop, so how could I have touched it?” Hanna defended herself. “I use Kuya’s laptop, not yours,” Maureen quickly added. “You don’t even let us borrow your laptop. Only Devon gets to use it,” Lizzy said with a pout. The sass in her tone snapped something in Flora Amor. “And who do you think you’re talking to, ha? You sound like we’re the same age!” she snapped. Lizzy’s lips trembled, tears threatening to spill. “You’d better confess now, before my hands start itching and I really smack