My Billionaire Ex Beg For A Second Chance-Chapter 228: Sparks At The Door

Katherine’s lips still tingled, the trace of Felix’s kiss lingering on her mouth like a brand. Her pulse thundered in her ears, betraying her every effort to stay composed. She hadn’t meant for it to happen, hadn’t meant to lean into him, hadn’t meant to respond so desperately when his mouth claimed hers, but once it began, she was helpless against the tidal pull of his closeness.

Felix didn’t seem any more composed than she was. His lips trailed lower now, feather-light against the edge of her jaw, before dipping lower still until they brushed the sensitive hollow beneath her ear.

"F-Felix..." Katherine’s whisper caught in her throat, dissolving into a sharp gasp when his teeth grazed the delicate skin of her neck. The sound slipped out unbidden, breathy and vulnerable, and she felt his smirk against her skin.

"You like that," he murmured, his voice low and dark with satisfaction.

Her fingers betrayed her, clutching at the fabric of his shirt as though anchoring herself against the flood of heat coursing through her veins. The weight of his hand curved possessively at her hip, slipping around her waist in a gesture that felt both reckless and inevitable.

For one heady, dangerous moment, Katherine allowed herself to sink into it, into him. His scent was warm and clean, threaded with something uniquely his that made her dizzy. The steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palm contrasted the ragged rhythm of her own.

But then clarity pierced through the haze.

The twins.

Katherine stiffened, her body going taut as the realization struck her like a cold draft of air. She pulled back suddenly, her hands braced against his chest.

"We-we need to stop," she whispered hurriedly, her voice trembling more than she intended.

Felix blinked, clearly not expecting her withdrawal. His brows knit together, the sharp edges of desire in his gaze softening into confusion, then frustration. His lips parted, ready to argue.

"Why?" he demanded, though his voice was rougher than usual, thick with restraint.

Katherine swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze even as her face burned. "If the twins wake up and... and see us like this—"

Her words trailed off, but the implication was clear enough.

Felix groaned, dragging a hand down his face in desperation. He looked every bit like a sulky child denied his favorite treat, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and reluctant amusement.

"They’re heavy sleepers," he countered, voice pitched in a low grumble. "You’ve told me that yourself. They won’t stir."

Katherine pressed her lips together, summoning what little composure she had left. "Even so. I don’t want to risk it."

He let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl, tilting his head back against the couch as though praying for patience. His jaw tightened, his chest rising and falling with obvious irritation. For a second, Katherine thought he might try to push the issue, but then his gaze dropped back to hers, and she saw something flicker there. Amusement.

"Fine," he muttered, though his tone carried no real defeat. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in, deliberately brushing his shoulder against hers as he rose to his feet. "But I’ll prove you wrong."

She blinked up at him, startled. "What are you-"

Felix was already moving, padding silently toward the twins’ bedroom with the deliberate stealth of a man on a mission. Katherine scrambled after him, hissing under her breath.

"Felix!" she whispered harshly, her hands fluttering nervously at her sides. "What are you doing?!"

"Showing you that I’m right," he whispered back, grinning over his shoulder. His steps slowed only when he reached the door, and with exaggerated care, he eased it open just enough for them to peer inside.

Katherine’s breath caught.

Inside, the twins were curled up peacefully in their beds, the soft rise and fall of their breathing filling the silence.

Relief flooded her chest. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d been until that moment.

Beside her, Felix leaned down, his lips so close to her ear she felt the brush of his breath when he spoke.

"See?" His voice was a low, smug murmur, saturated with triumph. "Fast asleep. We can continue now."

Heat flared in her cheeks at the implication, and she swatted at his arm lightly. "You’re annoying," she whispered, fighting the smile tugging at her lips.

He only grinned wider, his eyes glinting with wicked satisfaction as she gently closed the door again. Katherine rolled her eyes, doing her best to ignore the way her stomach fluttered beneath his gaze.

"Annoying, maybe," he said under his breath, following her back toward the living room. "But never wrong."

She opened her mouth, ready with a retort, when a sharp knock broke through the quiet.

Both of them froze.

Katherine blinked in surprise, her brows furrowing as she turned toward the door. At this hour? Her mind raced with possibilities and none of them good.

"I’ll get it," Felix muttered before she could move. His voice carried an edge, irritation simmering beneath the surface as though whoever dared interrupt had personally insulted him.

Katherine watched him stride toward the door, her pulse still unsteady from their earlier closeness. His broad shoulders were tense, his movements taut with controlled annoyance. She sat down slowly on the couch, smoothing her hair in a distracted gesture as she tried to collect herself.

But the moment the door swung open, everything shifted.

Felix’s expression transformed in an instant. The playful smirk vanished, his jaw clenching so tightly she could almost hear his teeth grind. His posture stiffened, his entire frame coiled with hostility.

Katherine’s heart lurched as her gaze flicked toward the door.

Leonard.

He stood there, tall and composed, his presence filling the threshold like a storm cloud looming on the horizon. His eyes met Felix’s with the force of a blade striking flint.

The air in the apartment thickened, charged with invisible sparks that made Katherine’s skin prickle.

For a long, suffocating moment, neither man spoke. They didn’t need to. The hostility radiating between them was clear, a silent battlefield drawn across the doorway.