Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 159

Chapter 159

“Calen, you’re finally here!” Cecil’s eyes lit up the moment he stepped into the mansion’s foyer. She moved forward whey, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she clasped his arm with a bright smile. “You won’t believe what Parnella brought! It’s absolutely stunning!”

Calen’s eyes flickered to the side, landing on Pamella, who stood by the sofa with a faint, polite smile. Her blonde hair was swept back neatly, and she wore a pale blue dress that matched the delicate porcelain tea set displayed on the coffee table The intricate patterns of gold and blue dragons curled around the cups and teapot, their glaze smooth and flawless

Cecil tugged him forward, eyes glinting with excitement. “Look!” she urged, releasing his arm to gesture at the tea set with something close to awe. “Isn’t it beautiful? Pamella said it’s from the Qing Dynasty–can you imagine? A genuine antique The craftsmanship alone is worth a fortune!”

Pamella’s lips quirked faintly. “It’s really not that impressive,” she said, waving a manicured hand dismissively. “Just something I found in my grandmother’s collection. It’s been gathering dust for ages.”

Cecil’s eyes widened. “Nonsense!” she huffed, fingertips brushing reverently over one of the cups. “This is priceless To think it’s been sitting in a closet–honestly, Pamella, you’re too modest!” She sighed dreamily, eyes glimmering, ‘Oh, we’ll have to host an afternoon tea soon! I’ll invite the ladies from the garden club–they’ll be green with envy!”

Calen clenched his jaw faintly, eyes narrowing. He was barely listening, his attention divided between Pamella’s polite smile and the way his mother’s eyes sparkled with excitement. His fingers flexed briefly at his sides.

“And–oh! While we were talking.” Cecil added suddenly, clapping her hands together, “I went ahead and picked out some wedding gowns for Pamella! We had so much time and of course, the magazines were just laying around so we just took a look.” She beamed, eyes flicking between the two of them with a gleam of delight. “I sent the pictures to your phone. Calen There’s this one with lace sleeves and a train that just-

Calen’s jaw ticked, irritation simmering beneath the surface. He sucked in a breath, exhaling sharply through his nose. “Pamella,” he cut in abruptly, eyes narrowing. “Come with me.”

Cecil blinked, momentarily thrown. “Oh–but Calen, we were just—”

But Calen was already moving, fingers wrapping around Pamella’s wrist with enough force to pull her forward without warning. Pamella stumbled slightly, eyes widening, but she didn’t resist as he led her past the wide–eyed staff and down the hall, steps brisk and unyielding.

The door to his room swung open with a dull thud, and Calen all but tugged her inside, releasing her wrist only when the door clicked shut behind them. He sucked in a breath, pressing a palm to his temple briefly before turning to face her, eyes dark and unamused.

her dress with an air of nonchalance. “Well,” she remarked lightly, eyes glinting faintly. “That was a

narrowed, fingers flexing at his sides as he regarded Pamella with a glare sharp enough to cut. The soft lighting of the room cast shadows along the edges of his face, highlighting the tension

he bit out, eyes glinting with irritation. “I thought you

care in the world. “Can’t I pay a visit to my supposed boyfriend’s mother?” she asked lightly. “Besides, I

crossing his arms.

a faint smile. “What was I supposed to do? Tell her not

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with amusement.

should’ve,” he snapped. “The

repeated, eyes wide and almost innocent. “Are you throwing me away now that I’ve

the urge to do something–slam the door, punch the wall, anything to vent the irritation simmering beneath the surface. But he forced himself to stay still, sucking in a slow breath through his nose. No matter how much he wanted to snap back, he couldn’t. Not when Pamella’s family was still propping

“Stop that,” he bit out. “You know exactly what I mean. You’re giving

she mused, eyes glinting. “I’m not giving her anything. She’s just hoping on

“Cut the crap,” he snapped. “I

to stop now,” she admitted, lips curving

“This isn’t funny, Pamella,” he snapped, words clipped and

darker. “Relax,” she mused. “I’m just playing my part. Isn’t that what you wanted?” She took a step closer, eyes glinting with a sharp, cutting light. “After all, it’s Weiss Inc. that’s using my family’s money to keep itself

striking a nerve. He sucked in a slow breath, fingers curling tightly into fists at his sides. “That’s enough,” he bit out, voice

“Oh, dear. I didn’t

“What?”