My Billionaire Ex Beg For A Second Chance-Chapter 141: The Woman in Heels

The quiet hum of the office surrounded Katherine as she typed steadily, her fingers dancing over the keyboard in a nice rhythm. The documents on her screen flickered with black and blue edits as she went through contracts Felix had marked earlier, highlighting, commenting, and fixing formatting inconsistencies with the precision she’d grown into over the last few years.

It was just a few minutes before noon when she glanced at the small digital clock on the corner of her monitor. She leaned back slightly, rubbed her neck, and stood. A mental note had been nagging her for the last twenty minutes—Felix had a lunch meeting scheduled at exactly noon.

Grabbing the tablet she kept on her desk with his calendar synced in, she made her way to his office and knocked twice before peeking in.

Felix was where she expected—half-leaning on his chair, elbows on the desk, frowning lightly at something on his screen.

"Mr. Crawford," she said, soft but clear.

He looked up immediately. "Yeah?"

"I just wanted to remind you that you have a lunch meeting. Baxter and Finch, right?"

He blinked, then sat straighter. "Oh shoot, that’s right. Thank you, Katherine. I would’ve completely lost track."

"You’re welcome," she replied with a faint smile before stepping back as he stood and shrugged on his suit jacket.

Felix walked past her into the corridor, giving a grateful nod over his shoulder. He disappeared toward the elevator with his usual mix of brisk steps and casual confidence, the glass door closing behind him.

Katherine sat back down at her desk, her fingers brushing the surface before she reached for her phone. With Felix out, the floor felt even quieter.

She grabbed the lunch she packed from the office fridge—just some homemade pasta salad and lemon tea—and took her break alone in the small pantry area. As usual, the other employees who passed by either smiled or nodded politely. She didn’t mind the solitude. In fact, she’d grown to appreciate the quiet time.

By the time she returned to her desk, her phone buzzed with a reminder that lunch break was over.

She straightened up her work area, tucked her phone back into the drawer, and sat down again. She didn’t expect Felix back right away. Lunch meetings typically stretched—especially when clients like Baxter were involved, who liked to talk numbers over dessert.

So when the elevator dinged only thirty minutes later, her head turned instinctively.

That’s early, she thought. Maybe the meeting ended sooner?

She leaned slightly forward, craning her neck from her desk to get a glimpse of whoever stepped out.

But it wasn’t Felix.

It was a woman.

Tall, poised, and walkingin heels that clicked loudly against the floor, the woman walked with the kind of self-assurance that belonged in a fashion editorial. Her fitted white blouse was tucked neatly into a designer pencil skirt, her dark sunglasses pushed up into a cascade of styled chestnut waves. In one hand, she carried a sleek handbag; on her lips was a glossy red tint that caught the light as she smiled faintly to herself.

Katherine stood, instinctively smoothing her blouse. Her professional smile fixed on her face as she stepped slightly forward from behind her desk.

"Good afternoon. Can I help you?"

The woman stopped right in front of her desk, regarding her with a tilt of the head. Her eyes were sharply lined, accentuating her already confident demeanor.

"I’m here to see Felix Crawford," the woman said smoothly, her voice like silk laced with champagne bubbles—light, but carrying an unmistakable edge of confidence.

Katherine blinked, still holding her smile. "Mr. Crawford isn’t in at the moment. He has a lunch meeting and hasn’t returned yet."

The woman pouted—an exaggerated, playful sort of pout that seemed more performative than sincere. "Oh no. Just my luck."

Katherine kept her posture polite, hands resting gently on the edge of her desk. "Would you like me to take a message for him?"

The woman seemed to consider it for a second, her gaze sweeping across the room. Then she smiled again, this time more to herself. "No need," she said, voice breezy. "I’ll just come back another time."

Katherine’s brow furrowed slightly. She couldn’t help but glance down toward the visitor log she usually received alerts about. But no one had informed her of this woman’s arrival. No receptionist call, no email ping. How the hell did she get up here without clearance?

Before Katherine could say another word, the woman began walking away, hips swaying slightly with each step. She didn’t seem in any rush—like she’d gotten what she came for even without seeing Felix. The elevator opened again and the woman stepped inside. Just before the doors closed, she turned back and gave Katherine a little wave.

Katherine stood frozen behind her desk, one hand still slightly raised from when she had gestured to offer help. The silence returned in the wake of the stranger’s departure.

She slowly sat back down, blinking a few times.

Who was that? she thought, heart ticking just a bit faster.

She opened her drawer and glanced at the office directory panel just in case—but there was no new appointment listed for Felix. No call logged in. So she really just walked up here on her own?

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

It wasn’t just the fact that the woman was bold and beautiful. It was the way she spoke—like she knew Felix. Or at least, believed she did. That familiarity, the way she said his name without hesitation, and how she didn’t seem surprised or even disappointed enough to ask for a reschedule. Almost as if she expected to run into him later.

Katherine leaned back slightly, tapping the edge of her pen against her notebook.

She didn’t want to assume anything. Maybe the woman was an old acquaintance. A client. A mutual contact from the upper circle Felix occasionally mingled in.

Still... the way she looked around the office, the way she said "just my luck"—there was something off.

Katherine shook her head, forcing herself to return her focus to the monitor. There were files to finish, emails to send, and project summaries to review before the afternoon picked up again.

But despite her best effort, her eyes kept drifting toward the elevator, toward the door, and occasionally to the empty hallway.

She didn’t want to admit it... but curiosity clung to her like a thorn.