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.

in this?” she

off easily. “A bit of dried tangerine peel. Helps with nausea and headaches. Ancient people like the emperors and his concubines use this a

impressed despite herself. “You sure you didn’t just buy this

like to think I can manage something this simple,” he replied,

the warmth spreading pleasantly with each swallow. The dull ache

at him sideways, eyes narrowing slightly. “I’ve traveled to a lot of countries, you know,” she muttered.“Never

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spoonful. “You were always too easy ruding between sense for grandk “Barely took time to breathe, let alone learn anything”

“Says the man who doesn’t even take weekends

brought the spoon back to her lips, wating pawudy “But dur was before I got

of 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,

something unreadable. “You should rest after this. No phones or iPads, he said, wing

“This is just a hangover.

it. He just leaned back in the chair, arms

his.

Izzy sighed, her eyes

“For the soup?”

everything,” she admitted quietly. “For

his fingers brushing lightly over

he said

may I please have my iPad and

her phone and iPad from her bag.

from Calen. She scoffed softly and tapped the side of the phone, deliberating for half a second

up, a sof glow filling the room as

on

this,” Anna’s message

in her stomach. With a quiet breath, she moved

the headline splashed across the screen in bold, black letters made

Scandal – A Fresh Start for Weiss Inc.?”

wasn’t the headline that made Izzy’s jaw tighten.

reporters, looking smug and self–assured. Pamella Johnson was beside him, her arm looped neatly through his, her smile dazzling and

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