My Billionaire Ex Beg For A Second Chance-Chapter 129: Not Getting The Hint

Felix parked his car in front of the hotel with a long sigh, his hands tightening around the steering wheel. His reflection in the rearview mirror looked... tired. No. Exhausted.

He rubbed his temples and muttered to himself, "Let’s get this over with." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

This situation was spiraling faster than he expected. The longer he dragged it out, the worse it would get. Felix wasn’t the type to let messes linger—especially ones that showed up at his doorstep with a suitcase.

After stepping into the hotel lobby, he approached the front desk. The receptionist, a young woman with her hair pulled into a neat bun, looked up with a polite smile.

"Good morning, sir. How may I help you?"

Felix exhaled through his nose, adjusting his watch. "I’m looking for a guest. Lara Johanssen. Can you tell me what room she’s in?"

The receptionist glanced at her screen, typing quickly. "Yes, she’s in Room 1508."

"Thanks," Felix nodded, spinning on his heel. His shoes echoed against the marble floor as he marched toward the elevator, determination in every step.

His thumb hovered over the doorbell of Room 1508. He took a deep breath, muttered a curse under his breath, and pressed it.

The door clicked open.

"Felix!" Lara’s face lit up instantly, her lips parting into a smile that was bright and... almost rehearsed. "You came back quickly. Did you finish your business already?"

Felix forced a polite smile. "Yeah... Trying to," he replied, stepping inside as Lara pulled the door open wider for him. He instinctively shut it behind him.

The moment he turned back, his gaze caught Lara standing by the mirror. She puckered her lips slightly as she applied a coat of glossy pink lip gloss—an unnecessary act considering she was already dressed impeccably, in a white blouse tucked into a pale blue pencil skirt that hugged her frame.

The gloss caught the sunlight pouring in from the window, making her lips shine like candy.

"You came at a perfect time," Lara beamed, spinning around. "I was just about to head down for breakfast. Come with me!" Without warning, she grabbed his wrist, her touch light but persistent.

Felix jolted slightly at the sudden contact, gently but firmly pulling his hand back. "Actually..." He cleared his throat. "We need to talk. Before anything else."

"Oh?" Lara’s perfectly shaped brow arched, but she crossed her arms casually, curiosity twinkling in her hazel eyes. "Sure."

Felix gestured toward the sitting area. "Let’s sit."

She didn’t protest. With an elegant flick of her hair, Lara walked to the couch and sat, crossing one leg over the other. Felix took the seat across from her but kept a noticeable distance between them.

He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together. "Alright... I’m going to get straight to the point."

Lara tilted her head slightly, resting her chin against her palm. "I’m listening."

Felix exhaled. "I... understand why you’re here. You’re under the impression there’s something arranged between us... because of whatever our fathers discussed. But the truth is... that’s not happening." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I’ve already told my father I don’t want any kind of arranged marriage, and I thought it was made clear. Either it wasn’t communicated properly... or maybe there’s been a misunderstanding..." He paused. "But this... whatever you think this is... isn’t going to happen."

Silence.

Felix’s eyes searched her face, waiting for the usual reaction—surprise, disappointment, annoyance—anything.

Instead, Lara’s lips slowly curved upward. "That’s it?" she asked softly.

Felix blinked. "...Yeah. That’s it."

Lara straightened up, brushing invisible lint off her skirt. "Oh." Then, she nodded. "Okay."

Felix frowned slightly. "Okay?"

"Yeah." She smiled, looking far too calm for his liking. "I understand perfectly."

For a second, Felix relaxed. "Good. I’m glad you—"

"But..." Lara’s voice lowered just slightly as she stood up.

Felix tensed immediately. "But?"

She moved, walking around the coffee table with slow steps until she sat beside him, crossing her legs. The faint scent of her floral perfume wafted into the air.

Felix subtly leaned half an inch away but stayed polite.

Lara turned toward him, resting an elbow on the back of the couch, her fingers lazily playing with a strand of her honey-blonde hair. "But I also believe... that things can change." Her gaze was direct, unwavering. "Maybe if you spent more time with me... you’d realize I’m not such a bad choice after all."

Felix pinched the bridge of his nose. "Miss Johanssen..."

"I mean..." She pouted slightly, poking his arm playfully. "I know I probably made a terrible first impression by showing up at your house like that. But I swear, I didn’t mean to come off as crazy. Desperate? Maybe. But crazy? No." She chuckled softly, tapping her chin. "It won’t happen again."

Felix dropped his hand into his lap, sighing. "That’s... not really the problem here."

"Then what is it?" Lara blinked, tilting her head like a curious cat. "Do you... hate me?"

Felix’s head snapped up. "No. No, I don’t hate you."

A slow grin spread across her lips. "Oh... so you like me?"

His jaw tightened. "No. I mean—" He sighed. "I like someone else."

Lara’s smile twitched but didn’t falter. "Really?" She dragged out the word with a slight teasing lilt. "Funny. I heard you were single."

"I am single," Felix muttered. "But that doesn’t mean my heart is."

"Ohhh." Lara nodded slowly, tapping her lip. "So... who is she? Someone your father approves of? Or someone rebellious? Scandalous?" She leaned forward, her eyes wide in mock horror.

"I don’t think that’s not your business."

"Hmm." Lara hummed, unconvinced, leaning back but still smiling. "Well. Regardless... I’m not leaving yet."

Felix sighed heavily. "Miss Johanssen..."

"Nope." She shook her head playfully, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. "You don’t hate me. You admit I’m pretty and not crazy. You’re not married. And until you show me a ring on someone else’s finger... I still have a chance."

Felix pressed his fingers to his temples. "This is not happening."

"Oh, it’s happening." Lara suddenly shifted, leaning in until her face was mere inches from his. Her glossy lips curved into a mischievous grin. "You’ll see, Felix. You’ll see..."