Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 160

Chapter 160

Cecil poured tea into a delicate porcelain cup, the steam curling entity in the warm living of the dating room berotron her, Pamella held her own cup with a faint smile, legs creed neatly, her eyes but lidded de hurd to Cart’s ***** chatter.

“Don’t take it to heart, dear” Cecil was saying, her lips curved into a sympathetic smile, “Cadent’s Aways had of temper Men will he men, you know. Especially when they’re stressed” She sighed dramatically, dahing at the comer of her eyes with a lace handkerchief. “Running a company like that is no easy task?

Pamella hummed noncommittally, sipping her tea with a polite nod. “Of course the murmurd

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“Good girl,” Cecil cooed approvingly, reaching forward to pat Pamella’s hand. “Honestly, I don’t know who you. It’s such a relief to see him with someone who understands him” Her eyes glinted fainly “New Wee some worde

Pamella’s lips twitched, but she hid it behind her cup, “You’re too kind, Mrs. Veins, the wid unly

Cecil sighed again, launching into a detailed account of her garden cut/s latest luncheon something, dont rows and bord Margaret’s hydrangeas were “utterly dreadful this season” Pamella let the words wash over her, fingers drumeshing, Vivy against the rim of her cup,

After what felt like forever, the grandfather clock in the corner chimed softly, signaling the late hour, Pamella in her carp down with a soft clink, glancing at the time with a faintly apologetic smile. “I should be heading back, the vid anodily standing up with fluid motion.

Cecil’s eyes widened slightly, “Oh, already?” she fussed but moved to her feet with a warm smile. “Of course, deart Beat do come back soon. I can’t wait to hear more about your plans for the wedding”

Pamella’s smile didn’t falter. “Of course,” she said smoothly, “I’ll visit again soon”

Cecil beamed, practically glowing with delight, “Wonderful!” she exclaimed, “I’ll walk you out”

They moved through the hallway, footsteps soft against the marble floor. The night air was cool when they stepped outs a faint breeze stirring the leaves along, the driveway. The headlights of Pamella’s sleek black car glinted faintly near the gates, with her driver already waiting patiently by the door.

Cecil clasped Pamella’s hands warmly, eyes glinting with a mix of fondness and something calculating “Drive safe, dear, she said sweetly. “And don’t let Calen’s mood bother you too much. He’ll come around.”

Pamella’s eyes glinted faintly in the dim light. “I’m sure he will,” she said lightly, squeezing Cecil’s hands briefly, “Goodnight,

Mrs. Weiss,”

They exchanged a few more perfunctory words–soft, polite smiles and practiced nods–before Pamella slipped into the backseat of her car. Cecil waved from the driveway, her smile bright and almost motherly, one hand fluttering in the cool night air as the gates began to creak open.

The car pulled forward smoothly, headlights cutting through the dark as it glided down the driveway. Cecil watched it go, her smile softening into something satisfied, fingers brushing absently at the pearls around her neck.

exhaling softly as she started back toward the mansion. The air was crisp and quiet, save

But then-

past

flickered, wild and confused, her head snapping to the side,

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were still wrapped around the hilt of the knife buried in Cecil’s side, twisting just enough to

softly, her eyes glinting with something almost

at Monica’s wrist, legs trembling as the pain flared hot and sharp, spreading like fire through her veins. She tried to scream, to call for help, but the sound came out weak and strangled,

over the driveway, glinting faintly off the marble steps. Then she heard the guards shout, voices distant and muffled, footsteps pounding against the stone. But the sound felt distant, like an echo inside

tilting her head. “Oh, don’t look at me like that,” she mused, eyes glinting. “I’m just here to end your fucking life!”

Cecil’s knees buckled beneath her, the ground rushing up fast and unrelenting. The pain flared white–hot, blinding for a heartbeat, before ebbing into a dull, throbbing ache. Her fingers

were growing louder–guards shouting, the gates creaking, footsteps pounding toward her. Someone screamed, high and sharp, the sound piercing through the haze. Lights flickered across her vision, too

consciousness slipping further with every beat of her pulse. Her head lolled limply to

blurred and smearing like paint across a black canvas. The marble was cold against her cheek, the

thing she saw was Monica’s smile, sweet and razor–sharp, eyes glinting with something dark and

And then–nothing.

bit out, stepping forward before the doctor could fully approach.

exhaled. “We managed to stabilize her for now,” he said evenly, flipping through a clipboard. “The knife punctured her left kidney, causing significant blood loss.

turned white. “But she’ll wake

“It’s too soon to tell,” he admitted. “Her vitals are weak, and we need to monitor for potential complications–postoperative bleeding, infection, renal impairment. The next twenty–four hours

sucked in a breath, nostrils flaring.

now, exhaled sharply, eyes cold and sharp. “So you’re saying she might not make it?” he

doing everything we can,” he assured. “But

twitching. “I don’t care what it takes,” he snapped. “Do whatever you have to.

abruptly, fingers flexing at his sides, breath shaky and uneven. “Just save her,” he

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you updated,” he said before turning sharply

suffocating as Calen thought about what Monica

Then

darkly as he turned sharply to face his

head snapped up,