My Billionaire Ex Beg For A Second Chance-Chapter 116: Little Dangerous

"You’re still not going to tell me where we’re going?" Katherine asked, shooting a sideways glance at Felix as he drove through the quiet evening streets. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the sky was painted in hues of deep purple and gold.

Felix kept his eyes on the road but smirked. "Nope. Not a chance. It’s better if you see it for yourself."

Katherine chuckled softly, resting her hands on her lap. "You’re enjoying this too much."

"A little mystery makes the evening better, don’t you think?" he replied.

She gave a mock sigh. "Well, I just hope Irene hasn’t strangled Leonard by now. Or vice versa."

Felix laughed under his breath. "Let’s pretend we’re in a world tonight where neither of them exists."

Katherine smiled faintly. That sounded nice. With Leonard back in his apartment and hopefully staying there, and as long as Irene didn’t corner him again, things should be fine. Should be.

Before long, Felix pulled into a secluded driveway nestled between towering trees. Katherine leaned forward as the car came to a stop. The entrance gate loomed ahead, intricately designed iron with crawling vines. Lanterns lined the cobblestone path beyond it, glowing with an inviting warmth.

She frowned in confusion. "Wait... this place looks familiar."

Felix just smiled and got out of the car. He rounded to her side, opening her door like a gentleman. Katherine accepted his hand and stepped out, her eyes widening as she looked up at the towering stone building ahead.

"This is... Le Verdon?" she whispered.

Felix gave a small nod. "You’ve heard of it?"

"Heard of it?" she echoed, almost breathless. "It’s the most exclusive restaurant in the city. I’ve only ever seen it in magazines and TV."

"And now you’re here," he said simply.

The building was something out of a European fairy tale—like a private mansion or a castle lost in time. The ivy-covered stone walls, gothic arches, and glowing lanterns made the place feel like a dream. Isolated from the city, it offered a kind of privacy Katherine hadn’t realized she craved until that moment.

"But..." she looked around. "Why does it look like no one’s here?"

"If there were anyone else, I’d probably sue them for breaking the agreement," Felix said casually.

She blinked. "What agreement?"

Instead of answering, he just smiled, his expression unreadable.

A sharply dressed man stepped forward as they approached the large double doors. "Mr. Crawford, Miss Anderson. Welcome to Le Verdon. I am Reynold. It’s a pleasure to serve you this evening."

He bowed politely, his tone polished and formal. Katherine felt like royalty just being addressed that way.

"Please, follow me."

They entered a grand hallway with marble floors and chandeliers that sparkled like stars. The atmosphere was hushed, elegant. No other patrons. No clinking glasses or murmured conversations. Just soft classical music and the faint scent of roses in the air.

Reynold guided them through the building, then out to a garden terrace. Katherine’s breath caught.

A path covered in rose petals stretched before them, illuminated by candles and hanging lanterns. Flowers surrounded them on both sides—lilies, tulips, and peonies blooming in wild harmony. The path led to a single table set near the edge of a tranquil lake.

"It’s like..." she murmured, "a flower land."

Felix turned to her, his eyes soft. "Do you like it?"

"It’s beautiful," she said honestly.

He smiled. "Good to hear it."

At the table, Felix pulled out her chair. Katherine sat, still trying to absorb everything. The lake reflected the moonlight perfectly, and the atmosphere was so peaceful it made her forget there had ever been chaos.

Reynold returned with a bottle of wine. He poured them each a glass and then paused as Katherine tilted her head.

"Reynold, where are the other guests?"

Reynold glanced at Felix before answering. "Mr. Crawford has rented the entire restaurant for the evening. There will be no one else tonight."

Her jaw nearly dropped. She turned toward Felix. "You rented the whole place?"

He lifted his glass. "Just making sure no one interrupts us."

"You’re insane," she said, laughing. "But in a flattering way. And maybe a little dangerous."

"Only a little?" he teased.

Reynold smiled discreetly and said, "Your first course will be served in fifteen to twenty minutes. Feel free to enjoy the grounds until then."

Felix rose and offered his hand. "Shall we?"

Katherine took it, rising to her feet. They strolled down the lantern-lit path, her heels clicking softly on the stone. The cool evening breeze danced with the scent of flowers, and everything felt surreal.

"This place..." she said softly, "it’s like another world."

"You deserve something magical," Felix said, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand.

They walked to the lake’s edge where a stone balustrade separated the garden from the water. The moon hovered just above the surface, casting a silver trail across the lake.

Katherine leaned forward slightly, her fingers brushing the stone. "I feel like if I say something too loud, it’ll all disappear."

Felix stepped closer behind her. She felt his warmth before she heard his voice.

"I was going to tell you earlier," he said, his breath brushing her ear. "But between the chaos and Irene wanting to throttle Leonard, I got distracted."

She glanced over her shoulder.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight," he whispered.

Her cheeks warmed. "Thank you... And you look very dashing yourself, though I think you always do."

He chuckled, his hand sliding from her shoulder to rest gently on her arm. The motion was soft, almost reverent.

The world was quiet. The lake glimmered beneath the moonlight. The garden glowed around them. Katherine stood still, heart beating softly, aware of how close he was—his presence, his scent, his warmth.

She didn’t pull away.

For the first time in a long time, she wasn’t afraid of where this moment might lead.

She didn’t know if it was the setting, the company, or the quiet way he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world—but tonight, for now, she let herself feel.

And it felt right.