Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Caler’s eyes burned as he watched Izzy and Liam enter the high end restaurant together. Even though he had seen a flicker of jealousy in Izzy earlier, she still walked off with Liam–and h outright refused his gift. He snorted. He really wanted to

see how long she would last this time.

The thought infuriated him, but deep down, a twisted part of high found satisfaction in knowing she still cared enough to react. He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to steady his temper, then pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Where are you?” he demanded the moment the call connected. If he wanted to strike back, he needed Parnella. She was part of the plan to make Izzy jealous, and Calen was willing to tolerate her company to get what he wanted.

Before Pamella could reply, there was a sharp knock on his car window. He glanced to his right and saw her standing there. With a sigh, he unlocked the passenger door, and she slid inside her heels clicking against the car floor.

“What’s going on?” Pamella asked, brushing her perfectly styled hair over her shoulder. “I was preparing for a night out. You dragged me out here for some dinner? You’re lucky I’m even in Macau right now.”

Calen glanced her over, noting that she looked polished enough for his plan. “I told you. I agree. We can pretend to be in a relationship.” he said flatly. “Let’s make this dinner a celebration

Pamella raised an eyebrow. “You’re joking. You really made me come all the way here for some random dinner celebration? Why can’t we do it back in states?”

Calen snorted, brushing off her irritation. “You’re here, aren’t you? Let’s go. The table’s already booked.”

The restaurant’s second floor exuded understated luxury, with its floor–to–ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of Macau’s glittering skyline. The lights of the towering casinos and hotels reflected on the calm waters below, creating a mesmerizing display. From their seats, the city looked alive, vibrant, and intoxicatingly beautiful.

Liam pulled out Izzy’s chair, motioning for her to sit. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at the view before finally settling into her seat. The soft glow of the ambient lighting caught her features as she adjusted her napkin on her lap.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” she said, her gaze briefly meeting his. She had already told him that she still had things to do tonight, but he insisted on having dinner with her. Weirdly, her eyes glanced at the ring on her finger. It was his gift from that morning, and for some reason, she found herself actually wearing it today. “You already gave me a gracious gift,” she added.

she wasn’t an expert, she knew Liam wouldn’t give her something that wasn’t

her, leaning back slightly as he watched her. “This is a small

turned her attention to the menu in front of her, flipping through it unnecessarily. “I only said that to scare Calen off,”

leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. “Well, there’s no going back now. You

enjoying this,” she muttered, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward. He had always been consistent,

Jan 24 TOD

Chapter 92

lingering on her longer

he said.

eyes, narrowing hers slightly as if to challenge him. But she didn’t argue. Her fingers

lips before locking onto her eyes again. “I have to say,” he remarked, his tone light despite the charged atmosphere between them. “You handled that

down, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing with a hint of possessiveness. “As your boyfriend, isn’t it my duty to keep the

water and taking a sip. “And that man’s always been dramatic,” she said, setting the glass down. Her hand lingered

his head slightly, studying her. “Well.. I wasn’t expecting you to stay composed around someone you used to like. Are you always this composed around people like him, or are you just trying to impress me?”

raised an eyebrow at him. “Why would

separate the space between

it with a laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she replied,

couldn’t ignore the way her heart raced as his fingers brushed lightly against hers when he reached for the wine list It was subtle, almost accidental, but enough to send a

I might actually start to believe that

rising in her cheeks betrayed her. She grabbed her

their drinks. “You’re fun to mess with, you know that?” he said as the waiter poured wine into

infuriating,” she shot back,

raised his glass to her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. To infuriating you,

changed her mind. She knew that