Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 443

Kristen had never been so blatantly humiliated by a man before. She clenched her jaw in anger, but she didn’t dare push back against Felix.

“Mr. Baker, I think you might have misunderstood—” she started.

“Is that right?” Felix cut her off, his tone unreadable. He took a step back, putting more distance between them. “Since you’ve twisted your ankle, Ms. Watts, maybe you should sit and rest for a while. I’ll call Salmeron for you, or send a maid to help.”

He tucked his hands into his pockets, clearly not planning to offer her any help himself. “It’s just the two of us here. If we’re alone for too long, people might start talking.”

With that, Felix gave Kristen a polite, distant smile, then turned and walked away without another word.

The second he turned his back, even that courtesy vanished from his face.

Clive might have fallen for her tricks, but Felix wasn’t buying any of it.

He’d gone to a top military academy, one run by the Department of Defense, and after graduating, he’d been sent to the toughest border posts. He’d seen real combat, earned actual medals, and thanks to both his own ability and his family’s support, he was already a high-ranking officer with a bright future ahead.

When it came to women, Felix was picky.

Kristen’s little games just bored him.

Felix headed toward the front hall. On the way, he bumped into a housekeeper and casually told her to check on Kristen. After all, today was Mr. Baker’s birthday party. Every guest should be treated well, and he wasn’t about to let some woman he didn’t care for ruin the family’s reputation.

He slowed down suddenly, his eyes landing on someone near the pavilion. Amelia was standing there, head bowed, talking on her phone.

The sun slipped out from behind a cloud, casting a soft, golden light over her, like she was wrapped in mist.

Felix narrowed his eyes.

Amelia was in a dress too—a classic blue with delicate white flowers and a neat mandarin collar. The magic was in the skirt: it looked simple at first, but the fabric was layered and full, and as she moved, the hem swayed gently, unfolding like petals with every step.

Graceful with every move.

Felix couldn’t help the phrase that popped into his mind.

She turned to go, but Felix’s long legs easily caught up with her. “I get the feeling you don’t like me very much, Ms. Sadinton. Did I do something to offend you?”

Amelia really didn’t like Felix. There was just something off about him.

She remembered that night at The Hollow Beat—Felix had been in the crowd, laughing at her embarrassment.

If he was interested in her now, it could only mean two things. First, he was curious. He must already know she was Clive’s ex-wife, and he’d probably heard about how pathetically in love she used to be. Now, he was just treating her like some new and interesting toy.

And the other reason…

Amelia wasn’t naïve. The way Felix looked at her was all man—open, direct, and not even trying to hide it.

She was probably just his type.

“You’re reading too much into it, Mr. Baker.” Amelia just wanted to leave. She brushed past Felix, only to spot two people coming her way—both of whom made her want to turn right back around.