Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 52

Izzy stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was unnaturally red, and she didn’t have to ask herself why.

She then splashed cold water on her face, her palms pressing against the edges of the sink as she stared at her reflection for the umpteenth time. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips slightly swollen from the kiss that seemed to have burned its way into her memory.

She groaned sofily, running her damp hands through her hair. Cet it together, Izzy,” she muttered under her breath. “It was just a kiss. A stupid, impulsive kiss.”

But it wasn’t just a kiss. The weight of it still lingered on her lips, and the memory of Liam’s steady hand on her back, the way he pulled her closer like it was the most natural thing in the world–it all made her heart race.

She grabbed a nearby towel and dabbed her face dry, hoping the redness would disappear. She leaned closer to the mirror, inspecting her reflection. The blush was stubborn, refusing to fade. Another splash of water didn’t help either.

Then, a soft knock at the door startled her.

“Izzy?” Liam’s voice came through, calm and steady. “Are you alright?”

Her eyes widened as she stared at the closed door. She wasn’t ready to face him, not yet. But she couldn’t exactly ignore him either. Taking a deep breath, she tossed the towel onto the counter and moved toward the door. She unlocked it and opened. it cautiously.

Liam stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, his damp hair tousled from a quick rinse and a faint sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin. He glanced at her, his eyes flicking over her flushed face.

Izzy blinked, unsure of what to say. She started to step to the left to slip past him, but Liam shifted in the same direction, blocking her path. Her brows furrowed slightly as she moved to the right. He mirrored her again.

Her frustration mixed with embarrassment as she tried once more to the left, and once more, he blocked her with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Liam,” she said, her voice sharp.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his hand coming up to gently steady her by the shoulder.

His hand was warm, firm, grounding her in a way that made her head spin. She looked up at him, her eyes

though the heat rushing

her “You sure? You seem little..” He gestured toward her face, his hand brushing lightly against her cheek.

cleared her throat and tried to focus on

aside, giving her room to pass. She moved quickly, trying to escape the tension that seemed to

it far, his

turned, meeting his gaze again. His expression was softer now, less guarded. “Are

her chest. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many questions she didn’t dare to voice. But instead,

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further. He nodded once and stepped back letting

her in her tracks once

She turned, her gaze meeting his.

her heart race. Then, with calm confidence, he said, “I like kissing you.”

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parting as if to respond, but no words came. She stood frozen, watching as he turned and stepped into the bathroom,

exhaled a shaky

kissing you.” The casual confidence in

staring at the closed bathroom door as if it might offer her an explanation. Her hand absentmindedly touched her lips, her fingers brushing against the faint warmth that still lingered

didn’t dare name. She let out a small, shaky

of her lips, one she couldn’t quite suppress no matter how hard she tried. She shook her head, her hair falling over her shoulder as she turned and walked toward

measured. The mansion seemed quieter, the distant hum of

WEISS MANSION

of the leather armchairs in the Weiss mansion’s grand sitting room, pressing a cold compress to the side of his face. The dull ache from the punch Liam had landed wasn’t half as bad