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.

back toward the mansion. The air was crisp and quiet, save for the faint rustling of

But then-

past her lips. Her fingers flew to her waist

and confused, her

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

there,” Monica crooned softly, her eyes glinting with something almost tender. “This won’t take

spreading like fire through her veins. She

gates loomed in her periphery, the lights spilling dimly 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 her head–warped and underwater.

look at me like that,” she mused, eyes glinting. “I’m just here to end your

knife slid free with a sickening, wet sound, and 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 trembled, sticky and slick with blood, clutching weakly

pounding toward her. Someone screamed, high and sharp, the sound piercing through the haze. Lights flickered across her vision, too bright, too sharp.

were fluttering, breath thin and stuttering, consciousness slipping further with every beat of her pulse. Her head lolled limply

paint across a black canvas. The marble was cold against

smile, sweet and

And then–nothing.

stepping forward

clipboard. “The knife punctured her left kidney, causing significant blood loss.

white. “But she’ll wake up, right?” he

briefly. “It’s too soon to tell,” he admitted. “Her vitals are weak, and we need to monitor for

a breath,

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

“We’re doing everything we can,” he assured. “But as I said, her condition is still

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

at his sides, breath shaky and uneven. “Just

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keep you updated,” he said before turning sharply on his heel.

was thick and suffocating as Calen thought

Then

fault, Renard snapped, eyes glinting darkly as he turned

snapped up, eyes narrowing. “What?”