Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 158

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Chapter 158

Calen’s gaze flickered between Liam and Izzy, his jaw tight as he stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room. His eyes lingered on the soft lighting, the neatly set dining table in the next room, and the half–empty wine glasses.

The faint notes of jazz drifted through the space, warm and intimate. Everything about the scene made his hands clench at his sides.

At least Izzy let him in. Yes. At least he now had the chance to talk to Liam. Almost immediately, his gaze landed on the man he wanted to talk to.

Liam leaned back against the armrest of the sofa, one arm draped casually along the back, eyes glinting with a mix of boredom and impatience. Meanwhile,,Izzy stood by the doorway, arms crossed loosely, her expression unreadable. The sight only seemed to heighten Calen’s irritation.

Calen’s fingers flexed, eyes narrowing. “Tell me…” he started, the words coming out strained. “Were you and her-” He broke off, eyes darting briefly to Izzy before snapping back to Liam.

Liam’s eyes flickered with something cold. “Mind your own business,” he cut in smoothly, eyes never leaving Calen’s face. “If you’re here to gossip, I’m afraid you’re wasting your time.” He arched a brow, almost lazily. “What do you want, Weiss? It’s late, and I don’t recall having any appointments with you.”

Calen’s jaw flexed, eyes flashing. He exhaled sharply, irritation simmering beneath the surface. “I want to talk in private,” he bit out, eyes darting to Izzy pointedly. “If you don’t mind.”

Liam’s gaze didn’t waver. “Whatever you have to say, you can say it here,” he remarked coolly. “We don’t have secrets in this house.”

Calen’s eyes narrowed further. There was something about how Liam said ‘this house‘ that irritated him further. What the heck was this man doing? Was he still trying to make him jealous?

He rolled his eyes inwardly but forced himself to stay calm. The last thing he needed was to make a scene. “This is business,” he snapped. “I don’t see the point in having her hear it, considering she’s leaving Weiss Inc. soon.”

can leave,” he said smoothly, eyes half–lidded and bored. “I don’t see the point of entertaining someone who barges into my home uninvited and disrespects

sides. “You-” he bit out, but the words died on his tongue. He sucked in a breath, forcing himself to stay composed. Picking a fight now would get him nowhere. After a beat, he cleared his

to give Weiss Inc. a bit more authority on the Macau project. Just

for a moment. Then, with a quiet sigh, he pushed to his feet in one fluid motion, brushing imaginary lint off his sleeve.

thrown. “Where are you going?” he

brow, completely unbothered. “To my dinner,” he said dryly. “If you want to talk business, call my secretary and schedule a meeting. I don’t appreciate being disturbed during personal time.”

me, right?” he bit out, voice rising slightly. “You can’t be

turning, one hand slipping into his pocket as he moved smoothly toward the hallway, shoulders relaxed. He didn’t bother

and furious.

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“This is important!”

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falter. “Then call my secretary,” he remarked smoothly

dinner.”

flashing briefly across

was already halfway down the hallway, unbothered and utterly

something close to amusement. She crossed her arms, leaning casually

like he might argue, might snap back with something cutting and bitter. But the look in Izzy’s eyes–cool,

turned sharply on his heel, storming out of the apartment with brisk, clipped steps. The door

snorted softly, pushing off the doorframe with a faint roll of her eyes. “Dramatic,” she muttered, smoothing a hand

a moment later, eyes glinting with faint