Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 64

“You-“Izzy’s words faltered as her gaze betrayed her, dropping to Liam’s lips. The faint sheen from his earlier drink caught the Night, drawing her attention despite her efforts to look away. Her stomach twisted, an unsettling mix of frustration and something else she refused to name.

He was too close. The subsile scent of him–warm, clean, with a hint of spice–wrapped around her, invading her senses. She hated how much she noticed it. Worse, she hated how much she liked it.

Her grip on the counter tightened, her knuckles turning white as if the cold surface could anchor her. Her pulse quickened, the memory of their past kisses flashing in her mind, uninvited and far too vivid. She swallowed hard, willing the thoughts away, but the harder she tried, the more persistent they became

Izzy straightened, trying to regain her composure, but every nerve in her body was acutely aware of his nearness. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, see the faint curve of his smirk in her peripheral vision. It wasn’t fair how easily he unsettled her–how effortlessly he seemed to take control of the space between them.

“Say it again.” Liam said, his words hanging between them like a challenge.

Izzy’s lips parted as if to protest, but she stopped herself. Her chest tightened as she looked at him, his expression unreadable but entirely focused on her. She shifted her weight, feeling her heart race.

“You’re full of surprises,” she finally said, her voice steadier than she expected.

Hearing this, Liam’s smirk deepened. He closed the remaining distance between them. His hand came to rest lightly on the counter beside her, effectively caging her in. Izzy’s pulse hammered in her ears. She forced herself to hold his gaze, refusing to back down despite the way her body reacted to his nearness.

“I like hearing you admit that,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.

Izzy inhaled sharply, her composure slipping for a fraction of a second. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her cheek. She stiffened, the space between them now nonexistent. “Too late.”

Her fingers twitched against the counter, and she silently cursed her body’s betrayal. This was too close–too much. Izzy turned her head to the side, breaking the moment as she muttered, “We should check on the ratatouille.”

Liam didn’t move immediately, his presence still heavy next to her. Then, with an almost imperceptible sigh, he stepped back, giving her room to breathe. “You’re right. Wouldn’t want to ruin it.”

She could still feel the heat of his proximity, the weight of his gaze lingering long after

closer. Izzy could sense him behind her, the warmth of his presence unsettlingly near. She bit her lower

check it constantly,” he continued, his voice calm as he gestured toward the sleek appliance. “This oven’s new. It’ll

a glare his

first time baking, Mrs. Horvath?” he asked, his gaze unwavering as it

hers.

of the title sent a jolt through her, and for a split second she faltered. But

scoff.

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her skirt. “I need to change. I didn’t get the chance

the counter, his gaze following her Do you need help with that?” he asked, the corners of his lips tugging upward

head whipping around to glare at him. “Liam!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening

said with a chuckle, holding his hands up

his reply, she spun on her heel and marched toward the staircase. Her

shoulder. Liam was still standing there, his smirk firmly in place, his eyes following her. She turned away quickly, muttering under her breath as she disappeared into their room, slamming the door shut

into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with more force than necessary. She leaned against it for a moment, her heart still racing. She shook her head, muttering curses

in her shoulders began to ease, but her mind refused to follow suit. Instead, it replayed the memory of their kiss, unbidden and vivid. Her hand clenched

muttered, scrubbing at her skin as though she could erase the

shower, she quickly dried off and brushed her teeth, trying to push her thoughts aside. It didn’t help. Even as she dried her hair, her mind kept circling back to Liam–his infuriating smirk, the