Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 39

The soft notes of a waltz floated through the room, blending seamlessly with the murmur of voices and the gentle clinking. of glasses. Izzy found herself on the dance floor, her hand resting lightly on Liam’s shoulder while his other hand held hers.

firmly. Around them, other couples swayed to the rhythun, but all Izzy could think about was how much she wanted t

disappear.

Liam leaned slightly closer, his breath warm against her ear as he said, “You should smile more.”

Izzy forced a polite smile, her eyes scanning the room to avoid his gaze. “Thank you,” she replied stiffly, though her tone carried a hint of reluctance. She knew she couldn’t argue with him here, not with so many eyes on them. The ballroom was filled with curious onlookers, their gazes following her every move, analyzing, speculating. The last thing she needed was to

create a scene.

“What are you doing. Liam?” she asked quietly, her eyes flicking to his face.

Liam smirked, his grip on her hand tightening slightly as he guided her through a turn. “I’m donating a million dollars,” he said, his voice laced with a nonchalance that made her inwardly roll her eyes. “Isn’t that too obvious!”

“Generous, Izzy said, her tone even as she let him lead. “But this isn’t about charity, is it?”

“Maybe,” Liam replied, his smirk growing. “Or maybe I just wanted to ensure you didn’t end up in someone else’s arms tonight. Can you imagine? My wife, swaying with some guy who’s only here because his orthopedic shoes finally lets him stand through a song.”

Izzy blinked, her composure slipping for a moment. She glanced up at him, her brows furrowing. “You’re impossible,” she muttered under her breath.

“Only when it comes to you,” he said smoothly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “And for the record, you’re welcome. It is my honor to save my wife from the clutches of other men.”

Izzy clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to stomp on his foot. Instead, she focused on the steps of the dance, keeping her expression calm. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Immensely,” Liam said, his tone shameless. “But don’t worry. I’ll let you return the favor one day. Maybe buy me at an auction?

Izzy gave him a flat look. “Not in this lifetime.”

He twirled her effortlessly, drawing her closer as the music swelled. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said, his voice quieter now,

she said again, this time with slightly less stiffness. She couldn’t exactly argue with him in the middle of the dance floor, not when the eyes of

Monica near the edge of the dance floor, dancing with a much older gentleman. The sight brought a flicker of satisfaction to Izzy’s

his smirk deepened. “Looks like someone isn’t happy,” he murmured, nodding subtly

a brow, tilting her head slightly. “And

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of the music. She hated how easily he got under her skin, how he always seemed to have the upper hand.

brief moment, the world seemed to shrink around them, the murmurs and

her waist as the applause from the crowd swelled

Liam said, his tone almost teasing as he released her and

pressed into a thin

away, her back straight and her head high, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d

seemed to amplify the tension crackling inside him. Watching Izzy danced

demanded, stopping in

countered, her eyes narrowing as her expression turned sour.

said sharply, gesturing toward the dance floor where Liam was now speaking casually with a few other attendees.

eyes and turned on her heel, intending to walk away. “I don’t have time for

she could take another step, Calen grabbed her arm–not forcefully, but enough to halt her movement. “Wait,” he said, his tone lower now. He guided her toward a quieter corner of

with ornate drapes. “What do you want?”

me jealous?” Calen

“Jealous?” she repeated, incredulous. “Since

slightly before closing