Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 113

**Across Distant Skies Lies Hope Waiting To Be Found by Kade Rowan Flint**

“Are you perhaps into older men?”

Grace

Both Charles and I stood there, utterly taken aback, as we faced the peculiar stranger before us. The old man, dressed in a simple shirt with unkempt hair, didn’t seem like a typical threat. In fact, he had an unexpectedly handsome quality about him. Yet, despite his unassuming appearance, an undeniable tension hung in the air, making the moment feel charged with unspoken danger.

When Charles failed to respond, the old man’s demeanor shifted, darkening like a storm cloud rolling in. He raised his hand, the newspaper still tightly gripped in his fingers, and swung it toward Charles once more.

Charles recoiled instinctively, ducking low as if trying to shield himself from an impending blow. “W-what are you doing?! Stop that! Are you insane?!” His voice trembled, a mix of confusion and fear.

The old man’s smile twisted into something sharp and menacing, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. “You stupid scoundrel,” he growled, his voice low and threatening. “How about I show you what happens when I’m actually insane?”

Before either of us could process the words, he placed the newspaper on the table and seized the bouquet of flowers that had been resting there. My mouth fell open in disbelief as he brandished the flowers like a weapon.

“Come here!” he commanded, his voice booming. “Let me show you that even old men can be strong when they’re angry!”

Charles’s eyes widened in sheer terror, looking at me as if to silently ask, Is this really happening?

I blinked in response, shrugging my shoulders. What did he expect me to do? Intervene? For what? The old man was practically my savior at this moment, having interrupted Charles’s unwanted advances.

“Wait—wait! Stop!” Charles yelped as the old man swung the bouquet toward him. The petals flew through the air, raining down like confetti as they smacked against his hair.

With an exaggerated stumble, Charles backed away, whining in mock pain, and made a break for safety. Yet, the old man was relentless. For someone of his age, he moved with surprising agility, chasing Charles around the café, waving the flowers with fervor.

Charles gasped for breath, his voice strained. “G-Grace!” he wheezed between frantic pants. “Let’s talk later… in a more private setting! We’ll continue our conversation!”

I chose to ignore him, watching with a mix of amusement and disbelief. With a frustrated shout, he turned on his heel and bolted out of the café, disappearing into the street.

The old man halted, glaring after him with a look of disdain before shaking his head, letting out a weary sigh. “Young men these days,” he muttered, his voice laced with disappointment. “So full of it.”

Once he was convinced that Charles had truly fled, he shifted his gaze toward me.

I froze in place, my heart racing. My smile had vanished, replaced by a flicker of apprehension.

Oh god, don’t tell me he’s going to hit me too. My eyes flicked nervously to the half-wilted flowers in his hand, now missing several petals. But to my surprise, his expression softened. He stepped closer, his tone shifting to something unexpectedly gentle. “Young lady,” he inquired, “are you alright?”

“Uh… yes sir, I think so,” I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

A faint smile broke across his face, the earlier fierceness dissipating like fog in sunlight. “Good. That boy needed a wake-up call. I couldn’t just sit there and watch that nonsense unfold.”

For once, I found myself utterly speechless.

An old man with flowers had just come to my rescue, saving me from an unwanted kiss.

I offered a small smile and stood up straight, brushing off my skirt. “Thank you, sir,” I said, my gratitude sincere.

He waved his hand dismissively, a hint of warmth in his demeanor. “It’s my pleasure; I couldn’t stand the words coming out of that boy’s mouth. And you shouldn’t feel bad, child. There are just some people who don’t deserve kindness. You can’t help those who refuse to help themselves, especially when you’re not obligated to.”

As I waited, I couldn’t help but glance at her again. She had stood there throughout the entire chaotic scene, completely unfazed. Why hadn’t she intervened? Was this kind of behavior common for her?

She soon returned with a small tray, everything neatly arranged. “Here you go, ma’am.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking the tray from her hands.

When I returned to the table, the old man was seated once again, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the street with the calmness of someone who owned the world.

I set the tray down in front of him and took the seat across from him. His eyes flicked toward the drinks, and he raised an eyebrow. “You brought orange juice?” he remarked, a hint of surprise in his tone. “Most people would’ve chosen coffee.”

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, meeting his gaze with a confident smile. “You said you wanted cake, so I figured you might prefer something cool to go with it. Don’t worry, sir, their orange juice isn’t overly sweet.”

He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Hmm, you’re not only kind but also considerate. It’s hard to find good women like you these days.”

I smiled shyly, unsure of how to respond. Instead, I lifted my glass and took a small sip, savoring the refreshing taste. But he wasn’t finished with his inquiries.

“Young lady,” he said, leaning forward slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes, “are you in a relationship? If not, would you mind telling me your type?”

I froze, the glass hovering halfway to my lips.

“Are you—”

He smirked, clearly enjoying my hesitation. “No, not just your type,” he added, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “are you perhaps into older men?”