His Little Flower (Felix and Flora) novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38 

That’s my Dad. It was nothing. Don’t be rude to my father.” 

“Go to your room, Flora.” His voice was low and threatening. 

I stood rooted to the spot. I had seen this side of Felix before, the intensity in his eyes, the way his muscles tensed, ready for a fight. But toward my father? I had always known 

he was protective, but this was different. 

My pulse quickened, and I found myself holding my breath, hoping that the situation would defuse without violence. Felix and my Dad were both well–built men, and a fight between 

them could turn ugly fast. 

“What are you gonna do about it, boy? Tell your Daddy about it?” Dad’s fists were clenched to the side, “Don’t interfere in my family’s business.” 

Felix’s jaw clenched, and his fists tightened. I could see the anger in his eyes, and it terrified me. I knew he was capable of anything. I had to step in before things got out of control. 

“Stop it, both of you!” I finally found my voice, my anger and frustration boiling over. 

Felix turned to look at me, his expression softening, but the anger still burned in his eyes. 

“Flora. I told you. Go back to your room.” 

Before I could react, Dad lunged at Felix, aiming a punch at his face. The blow connected, and Felix staggered backward. I gasped, my fear returning with a vengeance. 

Violence was escalating, and I couldn’t let it continue. 

My Dad glared at me. “You’re gonna let this boy disrespect me like that?” 

He was disrespecting my father. And no matter what, he couldn’t do that.. 

I was terrified for Felix, and I couldn’t bear to see any more harm come to him. 

I looked at Felix. “Come with me to my room, Felix,” I turned to Dad, “I’m sorry, Dad. From 

both of us.” 

I mustered the courage to move forward a few steps and grab Felix’s hand. I began leading him up the stairs to my room when he turned back around and said to my father in 

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the calmest, most chilling voice I had ever beard from him. “I don’t care if this is the first 

ime it happened. I might be young. Mr. White, but I won’t let anyone hurt Flora. Not even 

will destory you if you touch her again.” He paused. “I don’t need my father for that.” 

Now it was him leading me away. We walked up to my room and he shut the door behind us ready. I sat down on any bed and glared at him. Felix was pacing the floor, his fists clenched 

to the sile 

Why did you come here. Felix?” I whispered. 

He stared at me, not saying anything “Really, Flora?” 

I knew my Dad was wrong here. But Felix couldn’t do that. 

“He can’t touch you. No one can.” Felix’s jaw was clenched, his eyes filled with rage. 

You can’t threaten my father. Its fine, it won’t happen again.” 

“How do you know that?” He said incredulously. He clenched his eyes shut, breathing in deeply 1 swear to God, Flora. If he pulls this shit again, I’m going to murder him. I don’t care if he’s your father. I don’t care if you stay mad at me for the rest of my life.” 

You should leave.” I said softly. “Let’s talk tomorrow, Felix.” 

I felt mad and betrayed and afraid. Dad would hate Felix now. And there really was no need for him to do this. This was exactly why I never wanted him to find out. 

Once he left, I got in bed again, but I just wasn’t sleepy anymore. I tossed and turned in bed 

to no avail. 

A2 AM, Felix called. I didn’t have it in me to pick up.