Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 31

Flatter Yourself

“I’ve already said this before–whatever we had is over. How long are you planning to keep clinging to me?”

Linsey’s sharp words landed like a slap, and Felix felt something twist in his chest.

For the first time, panic flickered in his eyes. Was she serious? Was this really the end?

But Joanna, standing smugly nearby, wasn’t convinced. With an exaggerated sigh, she interjected, “Linsey, come on. Who are you trying to fool? Everyone knows you’ve been crazy about Felix for years. You don’t just stop loving someone

overnight.”

Linsey almost laughed at how ridiculous Joanna sounded. How long was she going to keep up this pathetic act? “Joanna does any of this concern you? Seems like that slap I gave you last time didn’t teach you a lesson. Want me to refresh your

memory?”

Without hesitation, she lifted her hand, ready to strike.

Joanna let out a startled shriek, stumbling back half a step, her face going pale.

The sting from last time was still fresh in her mind, and she had no intention of reliving it.

Felix, watching the scene unfold, barely recognized the woman in front of him. His patience snapped. “That’s enough, Linsey! Is this really how you treat Joanna? What’s wrong with you?”

Their heated argument had drawn attention, and by now, a small crowd had gathered at the entrance, eager to witness the

drama.

But Linsey couldn’t care less. Unbothered by the curious stares, she scoffed, “Yeah, maybe I am crazy. So what? Want me to slap you too?”

Felix stiffened, a shiver running down his spine as he instinctively stepped back.

“Felix!” Joanna’s voice trembled as she clung to his arm, her face drained of color.

The sound of her fear snapped Felix back to his senses. Straightening his shoulders, he stepped in front of her protectively. “Linsey, stop being so difficult. I get it—you’re still upset about what happened. Let’s talk about it at home. No need to

make a scene here.”

His jaw tightened as he noticed the growing number of bystanders. The last thing he wanted was to be humiliated in public. Lowering his voice, he added, “You’re here buying men’s clothes. If they’re not for me, then who else? Come on, don’t be stubborn. Let’s just go home.”

Linsey let out a soft, amused snort, arching a brow as she responded smoothly, “Can’t I buy them for my husband?”

Felix blinked in shock before a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips. “That’s right–I am your husband. Linsey, whatever you’re angry about, I’ll make it up to you with an even bigger wedding.”

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Linsey’s sharp words landed like a slap, and Felix felt something twist in his chest.

For the first time, panic flickered in his eyes. Was she serious? Was this really the end?

But Joanna, standing smugly nearby, wasn’t convinced. With an exaggerated sigh, she interjected, “Linsey, come on. Who are you trying to fool? Everyone knows you’ve been crazy about Felix for years. You don’t just stop loving someone

overnight.”

Linsey almost laughed at how ridiculous Joanna sounded. How long was she going to keep up this pathetic act? “Joanna, does any of this concern you? Seems like that slap I gave you last time didn’t teach you a lesson. Want me to refresh your

memory?”

Without hesitation, she lifted her hand, ready to strike.

Felix, watching the scene unfold, barely recognized the woman in front of him. His patience snapped. “That’s enough, Linsey! Is this really how you treat Joanna? What’s wrong with you?”

drama.

But Linsey couldn’t care less. Unbothered by the curious stares, she scoffed, “Yeah, maybe I am crazy. So what? Want me to slap you too?”

“Felix!” Joanna’s voice trembled as she clung to his arm, her face drained of color.

The sound of her fear snapped Felix back to his senses. Straightening his shoulders, he stepped in front of her protectively. “Linsey, stop being so difficult. I get it–you’re still upset about what happened. Let’s talk about it at home. No need to

make a scene here.”

His jaw tightened as he noticed the growing number of bystanders. The last thing he wanted was to be humiliated in public. Lowering his voice, he added, “You’re here buying men’s clothes. If they’re not for me, then who else? Come on,

don’t be stubborn. Let’s just go home.”

Linsey let out a soft, amused snort, arching a brow as she responded smoothly, “Can’t I buy them for my husband?”