Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 85

Chapter 85

“Here are the things that need your signature.” Anna said as she handed Izzy a pile of documents. Please sign here and her

Anna placed a second folder on the desk, neatly aligning it with the first. “This one contains the compliance documents for the Macau Cultural Center. We need your signature on pages three, five, and seven to acknowledge receipt and approval Izzy nodded, reaching for the pen beside her. Her fingers fumbled slightly as she flipped to the indicated pages. Her hands were steadier when reviewing contracts, but not today. She felt Lam’s presence more that she should, the subtle movements of his pen against paper audible from across the room. She resisted the urge to glance up, but her traitorous eyes flicked toward him for the briefest moment before darting back to the document in front of her.

Unfortunately for her, Anna continued, unaware of Izzy’s thoughts. “The approval for the environmental impact study is included here,” she explained, pointing to a specific section of the document. “It’s already been cleared by the local council, but your acknowledgment is required for the project’s timeline to proceed. Without it, the construction permits will be delayed.”

“Understood,” Izzy murmured, scribbling her name on the marked lines. She flipped to the next page, forcing herself to focus on Anna’s words

“And here.” Anna went on, placing another set of documents in front of Izzy. “Is the financial guarantee agreement. The bank requires this to release the next tranche of funding. Mr. Qin from the finance department will handle the coordination, but your signature is essential to authorize the transfer.”

Izzy nodded, her movements mechanical. Her mind replayed the earlier scene with Liam, her stomach twisting in knots. She could still feel the ghost of his touch, the heat of his lips against hers. Her grip tightened on the pen, and she accidentally pressed too hard, leaving an indent on the paper. She pulled her hand back, annoyed with herself.

“Sorry,” she muttered, hastily fixing the page before signing.

Anna didn’t seem to notice and moved on, sliding yet another document toward her. “This one is the vendor compliance checklist. All contractors have submitted their requirements, but we’ll need a final review from legal before construction begins.”

Izzy signed without looking up, nodding automatically. Her peripheral vision caught Liam shifting in his seat. She didn’t need to look to know he was watching her. The intensity of his gaze was enough to set her nerves on edge. She pressed her lips into a thin line, her focus stubbornly fixed on the task at hand.

“Anna,” Liam’s voice interrupted, his words measured. He set down his pen and leaned back in his chair. “Could you summarize what’s left for today? We wouldn’t want to overwhelm Miss Rossi, would we?”

expression neutral as she nodded. “Of course,

Once those are signed, I’ll forward them to the regulatory board. After that, we’re waiting on feedback from the Cultural Heritage Office regarding the center’s design. Everything else

leaning forward slightly. “Izzy, does that work for

the papers in front of her, refusing to acknowledge the knowing smirk she could sense on his face. “Yes, that’s fine,” she replied curtly, her hand moving to sign the last document

papers, neatly stacking them in her folder. “Thank you. I’ll coordinate with the other departments and update you once we hear back from the Cultural Heritage

“Thank

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organizing the papers on her desk. She could still feel Liam watching her, his presence as distracting as ever. When she finally looked up, her eyes met his for a brief second before she

Liam remarked, casually resting his elbows

here…” She leaned back in her chair, letting her eyes trail over him for a

his lips. Today, he wore an all–black ensemble–a sleek turtleneck that hugged his broad shoulders and sculpted chest, paired with a tailored coat that added an air of effortless sophistication. The outfit was simple, yet

knew what was beneath those polished clothes the faint kiss marks she’d left on him, a reminder of the night she was desperately trying to forget. She crossed her arms, her expression guarded. “Why are you here instead of in your

in this

were the one who arranged it,” she mumbled as she went back to the papers in front of her. “If you

I feel like you wanted to get rid of me

back to

“Are you planning to kick me out after what you did? Aren’t you going to take responsibility for

about to pop out of their sockets. Izzy didn’t know

I say something