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.

this?” she asked between

of dried tangerine peel. Helps with nausea and headaches. Ancient people like the emperors and his concubines use

despite herself. “You sure you didn’t

think I can manage something this simple,” he replied, dipping the spoon back into the

swallow. The dull ache

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

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were always too easy ruding between sense for grandk “Barely took time to breathe, let alone learn

scowled half–heartedly. “Says the man who doesn’t even take

flickering in his eyes. He brought the spoon back to her lips, wating pawudy

feed her without complace le tek be too comfortable–too easy. But with the headache dulling and Liam’s steady preserve bride

with something unreadable. “You should rest after this. No phones or iPads, he said, wing t empty bowl back on

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

it. He just leaned back in the chair, arms folded loosely as he watched her with that

his.

her eyes

“For the soup?”

admitted

brushing lightly

he said simply.

then opened her eyes and smiled. “And may I please have my iPad and phone?” she asked.

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

the notifications on her phone. Twelve missed call All from Calen. She scoffed softly and tapped

it open with a click. The screen lit up, a sof glow filling

on it.

Anna’s message

sense of dread curling in her stomach.

across the screen in bold, black letters made her

to Lead Macau Project Amidst Scandal –

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

was beside him,

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