Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 157

Chapter 157

The soft strains of jazz floated through the living room, a gentle backdrop to the warm glow of the overhead lights. The dining table was set neatly, crystal glasses catching the light, a bottle of red breathing beside a pair of half–filled glasses. The scent of roasted duck and citrus lingered in the air, rich and inviting.

Izzy watched Liam carefully, fork in hand, as he took a small bite of the Duck à l’Orange. His eyes narrowed slightly in concentration, chewing slowly. She leaned forward, eyes glinting with excitement.

“Well?” Izzy pressed, lips twitching at the corners. “Do you like it?”

Liam raised an eyebrow, setting his fork down. “This is Duck áà l’Orange?” he asked, a hint of amusement flickering in his

eyes.

Izzy rolled her eyes. “Obviously,” she huffed. “I just followed the recipe. It’s a bit complicated, but definitely worth it.”

Liam took another bite, chewing thoughtfully. He finally nodded, leaning back in his chair. “This is really good,” he admitted, lips twitching faintly. “I didn’t know you could cook something like this.”

Izzy snorted softly, stabbing a piece of duck with her fork. “Is that an insult?” she shot back, eyes narrowing playfully.

Liam’s eyes glinted with something amused. “No,” he said mildly, swirling the wine in his glass. “I just thought you didn’t have time for cooking, considering how busy you always are. This dish isn’t something for the weak.”

Izzy exhaled sharply, inwardly rolling her eyes as she thought of the past. Busy was an understatement. Meetings back to back, late nights at the office, dinners with clients–she’d barely had time to breathe, let alone cook. And she was doing all those things for that damn Calen! “Don’t remind me,” she muttered. It was a good thing that following instructions had never been a problem for her. She wasn’t that stupid.

She took a sip of wine, savoring the warmth that spread down her throat. “I can follow instructions,” she muttered, feigning nonchalance. “Besides, you make it sound like I’ve never touched a kitchen before.”

Liam’s lips twitched. “Well,” he drawled, “considering the disaster that was your beef bourguignon back when we were sixteen, I’d say that’s a fair assumption.”

Izzy’s fork paused mid–air. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “That was a long time ago,” she bit out, though a faint flush crept up her cheeks. “I was just a kid.” Why was this man suddenly talking about the past, again?

“Your grandfather nearly disowned you,” he mused.

Izzy groaned, dropping her face into her hands. “Don’t remind me,” she muttered, the memory clear as day. Her grandfather’s horrified expression, the way the entire kitchen had filled with smoke–the soup that had turned into a thick, inedible sludge. She grimaced, peeking at Liam between her fingers. “I was experimenting,” she defended.

“Experimenting?” he repeated, clearly amused. “You nearly burnt down the estate

she shot back. “Who was it that mistook salt for sugar when baking

snorted. “You still ate it,”

though

exasperation, half amusement. The atmosphere was immediately replaced by the

she sliced into her duck.

mean you,” he corrected. “I was

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her eyes dramatically. “Says the

“That was once,” he said dryly. “And it was your

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She took another sip of wine, eyes glinting. “What was it again that

slightly. “That was a mistake,” he admitted, eyes glinting. “I think your

quipped, flicking a crumb off the

arched a brow, smirking faintly. “And yet, here I am,” he murmured, raising his glass

didn’t hide the small smile that slipped free.

The wine was smooth, the food rich

she pressed, arching a brow. “Am I forgiven for the

considering, before finally nodding. “I suppose,” he drawled. “If you keep making this, I might just forget

I thought of actually learning how to cook. I was considering going to a

a stay–at–home wife? We

thought of that,” she said, without hiding the sarcasm in her voice. “That sounded…” she made a deliberate pause as if she was considering her next words. Then she

planning to work

of that

work for me,” he smirked, his eyes traveling down her face and to her chest. “I could