Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 152

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“Why are you still here?” Izzy muttered, squinting as the bedroom door creaked open. The sunlight streaming through the curtains made her head throb, and she groaned, pressing a palm against her temple.

Liam stepped inside, holding a tray in one hand. “Good morning to you too,” he said, moving with that infuriatingly calm

stride of his.

Izzy’s eyes flickered to the clock on the nightstand. The glowing red digits read 9:12 a.m.

Almost immediately, she bolted upright, heart lurching. “Nine?! I’m late–Anna’s probably-”

Liam chuckled. Before she could fling the covers off, he placed a hand on her shoulder, pressing her back down against the pillows with ease. “Calm down,” he said simply. “I already called Anna. Told her you’d be taking a half–day since you’re not feeling well.”

Izzy sagged back, massaging her temples as the pounding in her head eased a fraction. “You what?”

Liam set the tray on the bedside table and pulled a chair closer, one brow lifting slightly. “You’re welcome,” he said dryly.

Izzy huffed, though the irritation was half–hearted at best. The dull ache behind her eyes made it impossible to muster any real annoyance. “Still… you didn’t have to do that.”

Liam didn’t respond immediately. He picked up a porcelain bowl from the tray, the soft steam curling lazily above the dark liquid. The scent was faint but comforting–ginger, dates, something earthy and warm.

Izzy squinted at the bowl. “What’s that?”

“Soup,” Liam said simply, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “For the headache.”

Izzy arched a brow, dubious. “Since when do you make soup?”

Liam’s lips twitched faintly. “Since China.”

Izzy blinked, momentarily thrown. “China?”

Liam nodded, stirring the soup slowly with a porcelain spoon. “I was there for a few months a couple of years back. Picked up a few things.” He scooped a spoonful, blowing on it lightly before holding it out to her. “Drink.”

Izzy eyed the dark liquid with suspicion but leaned forward cautiously, letting him tip the spoon to her lips. The taste was surprisingly pleasant–mildly sweet with a hint of warmth from the ginger, the slight bitterness balanced by something sweeter, maybe dates.

she

tangerine peel. Helps with nausea and headaches. Ancient people

“You sure you didn’t

this simple,” he replied, dipping the spoon

spreading pleasantly with each swallow. The dull ache behind her eyes was slowly ebbing away, replaced by a languid warmth that made it hard to stay annoyed.

“I’ve traveled to a lot of countries, you know,” she muttered.“Never learned how to make

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smirked faintly, scooping another spoonful. “You were always too easy ruding between sense for grandk “Barely took time to breathe,

the man who doesn’t even take weekends of

flickering in his eyes. He brought the spoon back to her lips, wating pawudy “But dur was before I got

a second before relenting, letting him feed her without complace le tek be too comfortable–too easy. But with the headache dulling and Liam’s steady preserve bride her, the

rest after this. No phones or

the pillows with a soft huff. “You’re bossy,” she muttered. “This is just a hangover. I’m not

chair, arms folded

his.

Izzy sighed, her eyes fluttering shut.

“For the soup?”

she admitted quietly. “For staying.”

shifted, his fingers brushing lightly over hers–brief, almost imperceptible. But enough

said

smiled. “And may I please have my iPad and

chuckled before he got up and took her phone and iPad from her bag. To her surprise, he even included

Twelve missed call All from Calen. She scoffed softly and tapped the side of the phone, deliberating

a click. The screen lit up, a sof glow filling the room

on

Anna’s message read, followed

curiosity and a faint sense of dread curling in her

quickly, and the headline splashed across the screen in bold, black letters made her

Amidst Scandal –

the headline that made Izzy’s jaw tighten. It was the photograph right below it.

smug and self–assured. Pamella Johnson was beside him,

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