All Chapters of FLOWER OF LOVE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Flora Amor turned pale the moment she realized it was her the vice-chairman was calling. Out of everyone inside the conference room, why did it have to be her? Her hands instantly went cold with nerves. What could she possibly say when she barely understood what they had been discussing? Her breath hitched as she saw all eyes fixed on her, waiting for her response. She swallowed hard, once, twice, but still her throat tightened. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. She couldn’t speak of something she didn’t understand. Yet, neither could she humiliate herself in front of everyone. She had no choice but to summon every ounce of courage she had and speak—no matter how little sense it might make. “I–I think Flower of Love is really an unusual name for a construction company,” she began, her voice trembling. “But as you’ve all seen, it’s exactly because of that unusual name that the company’s profit rose. These days, the stranger the name, the more curious people get. Why not sei

Dixal was determined to confront Flora Amor—for everything, including what had happened earlier in the elevator. He couldn’t accept what she had done. For all these years, he had never stopped searching for her, never stopped hoping that they would meet again, that they could still be together. Even now, he refused to believe she was the one who had withdrawn his fifty million from the bank. He wanted to know everything—why she suddenly left, why she abandoned him without a word. But how could he do that when she couldn’t even recognize him? His grip tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He had every right to claim her back, even punish her for what she had done. When he saw her on the bus yesterday, his fury had consumed him—her blank expression, the way she looked past him as though he were a stranger. What he did then was his way of punishing her. But her reaction? As if she truly didn’t know him. And this morning—what happened in the elevator—still bu

Flora Amor glanced at her watch. It was only three o’clock. She stretched, loosening the stiffness in her body from hours of sitting in front of the computer, completing the tasks her superior had assigned. Now, at last, she had some time to relax. She adjusted her posture, letting herself feel the slow crawl of time. One hour waiting felt like an eternity. Then, suddenly, the name of their chairman flashed through her mind. She retrieved the USB Elaine had given her earlier, containing the man’s personal information. She had read everything on it, but confusion lingered, drawing her eyes back to the screen again. Dixal Lehman Amorillo. No status listed. Twenty years old—and already CEO of AMORILLO CONSTRUCTION COMPANY, a business owned by his grandfather. Yet seven years ago, the company had suddenly gone bankrupt. That same year, he had founded FLOWER OF LOVE BUILDERS INC. alongside his grandfather and mother as shareholders. The company quickly gained popularity with clients,

“You’re only fooling yourself, Dixal.” Lemuel’s voice echoed in Dixal’s mind, dragging him back to the conversation they had earlier after he cornered Flora Amor’s former bodyguard and asked about his wife. “She’s already given up on you. You’re the only lunatic still waiting. You could tell for yourself if that bodyguard was lying about her having amnesia. Even I can see she doesn’t recognize you. Just give up, dude.” “She’s my wife. We vowed to love each other till death do us part!” Dixal barked back, pacing furiously inside his office, asking himself over and over why his wife had forgotten him. “Bro, if there was an award for loyalty, you’d bag the first prize,” Lemuel muttered, unsure if he was teasing or mocking. Dixal shot him a sharp glare before sinking into his swivel chair, his face shadowed, eyes staring blankly into the void. “Fuck! How could she forget me just like that?” he snarled, hurling a folder across the room. “See? If she truly loved you, would she have l

Her hands began to tremble as she held the bottle of MSG seasoning. What if the chairman gets poisoned because of this? Panicking, she hurriedly put the bottle back, her knees shaking as she stepped out of the kitchen, pale and terrified, searching for him with her eyes. But before she could spot him from where she stood, Lemuel had already rushed inside the office. “Sir!” she cried out, horror freezing her in place when she saw the man foaming at the mouth and shaking violently. “Oh my God, Dixal! What happened?” Lemuel’s shout rang through the room as he ran toward him. Tears instantly welled in her eyes, a flood of guilt and fear consuming her. She dashed to Dixal and pulled him into her arms, sobbing. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry,” she cried, clutching him tightly as he convulsed in her hold. Lemuel hurried to help, lifting Dixal with her and guiding him toward the long sofa. She followed, still trembling, her tears blurring her sight. “My God, what happened? Why is he like