Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 163

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“Good, keep me updated, Liam answered as he looked at his watch. They had speed to have dinner tonight, so he was going home early, “Let’s call it a day” he said.

In just a minute, Liam was already out of the building and in the car ile orthed back at the condo and immediately mellet something special coming from the kitchen. He smiled and made his way toward the source of the scent finding izzy standing over the stove,

Without a word, he walked up behind her, dipping, his arms around her waist and pulling her done. He koned the nape of her neck, his lips lingering there for a moment.

Izzy turned in his arms, slipping her own around his neck. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his as the smiled

“When did you arrive?” Liam asked.

“Not too long ago Izzy replied, dancing back at the stove. “I’m making something specist

He raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Something special?” he repeated, a hint of amusement in his gaze.

Izzy nodded, “Just wait and see,” she said with a small smirk, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt as she gave him a soft squeeze.

Liam leaned down, resting his chin on her shoulder, watching her work. The tension from the day started to melt away with the warmth of her presence.

“Why don’t you go change your clothes first? Dinner’s ready in just a few minutes,” Izzy said.

Liam chuckled softly, dipping his head to press a quick, lingering kiss against Izzy’s lips. “Alright, he muttered, pulling back just enough to catch her eyes. He gave her waist a faint squeeze before stepping away, moving smoothly down the hall and up the stairs.

In the bedroom, he stripped off his suit jacket and tie with quick, efficient motions, hanging them neatly in the closet. The hot water was a welcome relief, easing the stiffness in his shoulders and washing away the lingering tension of the day. He ran a hand through his damp hair as he stepped out, drying off quickly before pulling on a dark sweater and a pair of casual slacks,

Liam made his way back downstairs, fingers pushing through his hair absently. The rich aroma drifting from the kitchen was stronger now–warm, buttery, with a faint hint of garlic. His steps slowed as he rounded the comer to the dining room, eyes narrowing at the sight that greeted him.

A whole lobster rested at the center of the table, glistening under the warm lighting. A small dish of clarified butter sat beside it, steam curling, paired with roasted vegetables and a bottle of white wine breathing nearby. Everything was plated neatly, the silverware gleaming, napkins folded with precision.

emerged from the kitchen a moment later, carrying a basket of warm rolls. She glanced up at him, lips twitching at his expression. “Surprised?” she asked, arching a brow as

flickering between the spread and her, a faint huff escaping him. “A bit,” he admitted, crossing his arms loosely, “You’ve been

chuckled, but as he took a seat, a faint frown tugged at his brow. The spread on the table was almost too perfect–the lobster, the wine, the warm rolls fresh from the oven. His mind raced, flicking through dates and

that was months away.

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birthday? Passed. Her

parents‘ birthdays and even their death anniversaries? No, none of

monthsary then? He didn’t know Izzy would

against the tablecloth, eyes narrowing. He couldn’t shake the

basket down, tilting her head “What’s wrong?” she asked, arching a brow. “Do you hate

blinked, dragged from his thoughts. His eyes refocused on her, lips twitching. “No,” he muttered, smoothing a hand

sliding into her seat with a faint

longer, searching for some hint of irritation or a hidden agenda. But Izzy’s expression was calm, if

wasn’t mad. Or if she was,

pouring a glass

a faint smirk curling at the corners of his lips. “You know,” he muttered,

“Like what?” she asked, picking up her fork.

dinner like this.” He took a slow sip of wine, eyes glinting over the rim.

warm. “Is that so?” she muttered. “Well, don’t get used to it.

chuckled, eyes narrowing with amusement. “Is that so?” he muttered, smirking. “Guess I’ll have to savor it,

eyes. “Just eat,” she quipped, though the faint flush dusting her

the lobster with smooth, precise motions. The first bite was warm, buttery, with a faint hint of garlic and

hit

heat was immediate–warm at first, then hotter, spreading across Liam’s tongue with a slow, creeping burn. His eyes narrowed as he chewed, the rich,

fingers pausing around his fork as he swallowed. The buttery richness of the lobster was there, but the spice nipped sharply at the back of his throat, leaving a faint heat blooming across his palate. He blinked