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

red dates, goji berries,” Liam said, listing them off easily. “A bit of dried tangerine peel. Helps with nausea and headaches. Ancient people like the emperors and

herself. “You sure you didn’t just buy this somewhere?”

manage something this simple,”

huffed but opened her mouth when he held the spoon out again, the warmth spreading pleasantly with each swallow. The dull ache behind her

lot of countries, you know,” she

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easy ruding between

the man who doesn’t even take weekends of

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

a fraction 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, the custhe’s band är

rest after this. No phones or iPads, he said, wing t empty bowl back on

just a hangover. I’m not sor anything.” This was just because she had too much to

it. He just leaned back in the chair, arms

his.

Izzy sighed, her eyes fluttering shut. “Thanks,”

“For the soup?”

everything,” she admitted quietly. “For

fingers brushing lightly over hers–brief, almost

he said

I please have my iPad and phone?” she

up and took her phone and iPad from her bag. To

eyes narrowed at the screen as she scrolled through the notifications on her phone. Twelve missed call All from Calen. She scoffed softly and tapped the side of the phone, deliberating for

arched a brow, watching her as she reached for her laptop instead, flipping it open with a click. The screen lit up, a sof glow

clicked on it.

to see this,” Anna’s message read, followed by a

sense of dread curling in her stomach. With a quiet breath, she moved the cursor and clicked the link.

page loaded quickly, and the headline splashed across the screen in bold, black letters made her expression darken.

Lead Macau Project Amidst Scandal – A Fresh Start

jaw tighten. It

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

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