My Billionaire Ex Beg For A Second Chance-Chapter 139: Maybe It’s Just Me

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Chapter 139: Maybe It’s Just Me

The sound of clinking spoons and cheerful chatter filled the apartment that morning.

Maya sat on her booster seat, her pink backpack already zipped and standing upright beside her. A wide smile danced on her lips as she stuffed a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. Nathan, sitting beside her, practically vibrated with energy, swinging his legs under the table as he chattered about what they were going to play at school.

It was a welcome sight—Maya was back to her bubbly self, her cheeks full and glowing again after days of looking pale and tired.

Katherine placed a few sliced strawberries into the bowl in front of Maya and ruffled her daughter’s soft hair. "Not only is Maya back to her usual self," she began in a sing-song tone, eyes twinkling, "but I have more good news."

Both children turned their attention to her instantly.

Maya tilted her head. "What is it, Mommy?"

Nathan leaned forward, mouth open in mid-chew.

Katherine smiled. "Jazz is ready to babysit you two again."

"Really!?" Maya gasped.

"No more daycare?" Nathan blinked wide-eyed, mouth agape.

Katherine laughed and nodded. "No more daycare."

"YESSSS!" The twins high-fived each other across the table, their cheers echoing off the walls.

Leonard, who had just set a glass of orange juice in front of Nathan, chuckled as he sat down. "Isn’t that great, kids?"

"Yeah!" both answered in unison, beaming.

They resumed breakfast with giggles and small jokes between bites, but Katherine’s gaze kept drifting—first to the front door, then to her phone resting face-up beside her plate. Each time it lit up with a notification, she glanced at it with a flicker of hope that quickly dimmed.

But there were no messages from Felix.

No calls. No explanation for his sudden distance the day before.

It was strange. He usually checked in, even if briefly. And while she tried not to overthink it, her mind couldn’t help but wander back to that phone call yesterday. That woman’s voice. The way Felix suddenly ended the call.

"Uncle Felix didn’t come again," Nathan said between spoonfuls, his tone slightly deflated.

Maya’s brows pulled into a little pout. "He didn’t see me yesterday either."

Before Katherine could say anything, Leonard cleared his throat and lifted his mug of coffee. "But hey... I’m still here," he said, his tone light and a little playful. "I can be fun too, right?"

Both kids looked at him.

Nathan tilted his head. "Yeah... you’re fun too."

Maya nodded slowly, as if awarding him half the points he needed. "Of course, Uncle Leo."

Katherine laughed under her breath while Leonard shook his head, smiling. "Tough crowd."

After breakfast, Katherine helped the twins zip their bags and slipped their lunch boxes into their compartments. Leonard held the front door open as they stepped out together.

But unlike previous days, when Leonard would walk alongside them, today he stopped near his car and leaned on the door with a small smile.

"You’re not coming?" Katherine asked as she adjusted Maya’s collar.

Leonard shook his head gently. "I figured it might make things... uncomfortable. You know, for us to be seen together again. I don’t want to start any rumors at the school."

Katherine paused. Then nodded with quiet appreciation. "Thank you," she said, sincere. "That means a lot."

"I’ll still drop by later," Leonard added. "Just not front and center."

Katherine smiled. "Got it."

They shared a brief, mutual nod before she took the twins’ hands and continued toward the kindergarten gate.

Leonard watched until they disappeared behind the glass doors.

Later that morning, the clack of Katherine’s heels echoed softly in the hallway of the company’s main office floor. She reached her desk and dropped her bag on the chair, exhaling slowly. The quiet hum of work-life surrounded her—phones ringing, printers working, soft murmurings in the background.

She had just powered up her monitor when she heard approaching footsteps.

Felix.

He looked neat as always, dressed in his usual sharp navy-blue suit, hair perfectly in place. He slowed at her desk and offered a small smile.

"Morning," he greeted.

Katherine returned it with one of her own. "Morning."

"Is Maya better now?"

"Yeah," she replied, eyes crinkling. "She practically jumped out of bed this morning. If she weren’t well, I wouldn’t be here."

"Good." He nodded. "That’s great to hear."

There was a pause.

Felix seemed to hesitate, glancing toward his office. He was about to say something more when Katherine spoke first.

"Felix," she said, stopping him gently.

He turned back toward her. "Yeah?"

Her expression was calm, measured. "Yesterday, during our phone call... I heard a woman’s voice. I didn’t get the chance to ask then, but... who was she?"

Felix blinked, then gave a quick, almost too casual chuckle. "Oh. That."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "That was—she’s... my dad’s friend’s daughter. She just came to town. My parents asked me to show her around. Nothing big."

Katherine kept her smile in place and gave a polite nod. "Oh, okay."

She didn’t push. She didn’t ask more. She didn’t want to look nosy.

And yet, when he gave her one more polite smile and then turned to head toward his office, a quiet voice inside her whispered:

That’s it? Just that?

Katherine watched his retreating figure disappear behind the glass of his office door. He didn’t even seem to walk like usual. There was a lightness to his steps, something unusually... buoyant.

Was it just me? she thought.

She turned back to her computer, but her fingers hovered over the keyboard.

Felix was smiling more today.

He didn’t look tired like the other mornings. He didn’t have that subtle frown line between his brows, the one he always got when stressed or sleep-deprived.

He looked... different.

And not in a bad way.

He looked like someone who had something—or someone—on his mind.

Her heart gave a little squeeze, and she pressed her lips together before taking a slow breath and clicking into her schedule.

Maybe it’s just me, she told herself.

Maybe I’m just overthinking it...