Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

22 Wed, Jan 8

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Izzy rubbed her temples, her fingers pressing against the slight he that had been building all day. The pressure of the project was mounting. She had handled difficult tasks before, but this one felt different. Everyone expected perfection, and that expectation weighed heavily on her.

She glanced at her screen, her presentation was finished and polished but a part of her wasn’t satisfied. It needed to be flawless seamless transitions, compelling data, and visuals that left an impression. She took a deep breath, reached for her water bottle, and, after a long sip, placed it back on the desk before resuming her work.

The vibration of her phone broke her concentration. Izzy’s eyes flicked to the screen. Liam’s name lit up. She hesitated, her gaze shifting to the clock in the corner of her screen. It had just turned seven.

She muttered under her breath, “I told him not to wait up. I said I’d be busy.”

Reluctantly, she picked up the phone and swiped to answer. “I’m busy,” she said, cutting him off before he could speak. “I might even spend the night at the office.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she frowned, silently chastising herself. Why was she telling him this? It wasn’t as if he cared about her schedule. So, she cleared her throat and added. What do you need?”

There was a brief silence before Liam spoke. “Come downstairs.

Izzy blinked, unsure if she had heard him correctly. “What?”

“I’m outside your office,” Liam said.

Her brows furrowed as she stared at her phone, processing his words. “What are you talking about?

“I’m waiting for you,” he replied.

Izzy stood from her chair, walking toward the window. She pushed aside the blinds and peered down at the street below. Sure enough, Liam was leaning against his car, looking up as if he knew she’d be watching.

She stepped back, her grip tightening on the phone. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought that was obvious,” he said. “Come down, Izzy. I won’t take no for an answer.”

groaned, glancing back at her desk and the pile of work she still needed to finish. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered, but her feet were already moving toward the

He was leaning casually against his car. She stopped in front of him and she raised an

the car door for her and gestured for her to get in.

a moment, her brows knitting together in suspicion. “Really? You’re

simply waited, holding the

as she slid into the passenger seat. “Fine, but

too

much

driver’s side. He got in, started the

glanced at him, her irritation building. “Where are

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his eyes fixed on

fingers drumming against her hee. “I have a mountain of work

but

I’m serious,” she said, her tone

which only irritated

groaned, pinching the bridge of

am not taking you away from your work he

stretched out before them, the buildings glittering with lights against the deep blue of the night. Below, the river wound its way through the city, its surface reflecting the glow of the moon and the

slightly as she looked

He moved to the back, opening the trunk and pulling out a few items. Izzy watched through the rearview mirror, curiosity replacing

opened the door. “Come on,” he said, stepping aside to give her room. Izzy hesitated before unbuckling her seatbelt and stepping out. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw him setting up a small folding table and two chairs. He placed a couple of takeout bags on the table

raised an eyebrow. “What’s all this?”

her briefly before continuing to set up. “You’ve been too busy. You

folded her arms, watching him work. The makeshift setup was simple but surprisingly thoughtful. The table faced the

to one of the chairs.

found herself too stunned

her answer, taking out neatly packed boxes and opening them to reveal a variety of dishes. “I figured something easy would be better. No distractions, no screens. Just you, the

her words slow as she tried to process everything. “You… brought me here to