Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 36

“What the hell are you doing here?” Galen’s tone was clipped as he pulled Monica aside, his eyes narrowing in irritation.

“Calen!” Monica’s eyes widened, feigning surprise. T–I thought

“Did you take the invitation from my table?” Calen asked, his jaw tightening. “Monica, why the hell would you-

“Calen, how could you not even greet your own mother?” Cecil’s voice cut through their tense exchange. Calen immediately straightened, his expression shifting to a polite smile as he turned to face her.

“Mom,” he said, releasing Monica’s arm and stepping toward Cecil. “Sorry I was late. Traffic was terrible.”

Cecil’s eyes sparkled with amusement, though her hands rested on her hips. “Terrible traffic or not, you should have called. And you didn’t tell me you gave your secretary an invitation.” She gestured toward Monica, who had repositioned herself beside Calen, her expression carefully neutral. “If I’d known, I would’ve made sure she had her own”

Calen shot a quick glare at Monica, his lips pressing into a thin line. Monica pretended not to notice, clutching her champagne flute as if nothing was amiss.

Cecil, oblivious to the silent exchange, continued cheerfully. “Oh did you know Monica saw Serenity’s performance last year? Such a wonderful event. I didn’t even know you were there, Monica! You got her autograph, didn’t you?”

Monica smiled tightly, nodding, “Yes, I did. It was an unforgettable performance.”

Calen’s expression darkened, though he kept quiet. He remembered that event all too well–it was Izzy who had insisted on attending because both she and Cecil loved Serenity’s music. Monica tagging along was incidental, and now she was twisting it to appear as if she had a personal connection to his mother.

Before he could say anything, Cecil looped her arm through Manica’s and gestured toward the exhibition hall. “Come, I want to show you some of the paintings they’ve brought in. There’s a particular one I think you’ll love.”

den grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, taking a deliberate sip as he trailed behind them. His annoyance mmered as he watched Monica chat animatedly with his mother, inserting herself into conversations and moments she nad no business being a part of.

Cecil glanced over her shoulder. “Calen, where’s Izzy? I thought he’d be here by now.”

Calen’s grip on his glass tightened, but his expression remained calm. “I can call her,” he said, pulling out his phone. Truthfully, he had no plans to attend tonight’s event because of his upcoming proposal presentation. The only reason he showed up was because his mother had informed him that Izzy would be here. Cecil adored Izzy, and over the years, their bond had grown strong. Letting Izzy attend without him would have been unacceptable in Cecil’s eyes.

swept across the room. Izzy wasn’t here yet. He frowned slightly. She was not the type to cancel without notice. If she said she would attend, she would follow through. It was one of the traits Calen respected most about her–she

front of a painting, gesturing for Monica to take a

so vibrant.”

“It’s beautiful, Mrs. Weiss. You have such a

things

out their chatter, his attention fixed on his phone. He sent a quick

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was already empty, he took another glass of champagne and downed it in one

Izzy was

highlighted her porcelain–like skin, the soft sheen of the fabric catching the light as she moved. Her hair was styled in an updo, with

that drew attention without demanding it. Calen, however, didn’t linger on the reactions

sense of pride swelled within him. This woman was his.

elegantly dressed attendees. He noticed her gaze shift toward him, and the faint smile

slightly, her posture straightening in response, but she didn’t pull away. He leaned in, his face close enough to hers that

stunning,” he said softly, his eyes scanning her face as though to drive the point

gaze flickered briefly to his arm around her waist before meeting his eyes. Her expression remained neutral, though he could see the faintest hint of irritation in the way her

firmly in place. You’re late,” Calen said, his lips curving into a slight smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Mother’s been waiting for you.” Izzy glanced past him, her gaze scanning the room

welcome,” he replied smoothly, ignoring the jab. His grip on her waist didn’t falter as he began guiding her through

the room.

He didn’t care. This moment wasn’t about them–it was about control, about appearances. He leaned slightly toward Izzy again,

“Smile. They’re watching.”