Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 171

Chapter 171

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Pamella let out a small breath, her fingers brushing against the fabric of her dress as she turned toward the crowd. “We should just open the door,” she said, loud enough for those around her to hear.

A few guests hesitated, but then as if on cue, the muffled sounds from inside the restroom grew louder. The noise–low, breathy, and unmistakably suggestive–sent another wave of murmurs through the gathered onlookers.

Pamella smirked.

“Oh dear,” she said, her voice carrying through the hallway. “That doesn’t sound right, does it? Who could do something so shameless in a place like this?”

Heads turned. More guests stopped to see what was happening. The hum of quiet whispers grew into something closer to hushed gossip.

Just then, a member of the housekeeping staff hurried over, a keyring clutched tightly in his hand. He looked between the gathered guests, his expression uneasy. “I–I have the master key,” he said.

Calen, who had been watching Pamella closely, felt a knot of suspicion tighten in his chest. She was too eager. Too interested.

“This is getting out of hand,” Calen muttered. Then he raised his voice, addressing the crowd. “We should call security first. Or the police.”

A few guests nodded in agreement, but Pamella turned toward him smoothly. “And what if someone inside actually needs help?” She gestured toward the door, her brows lifting slightly. “Wouldn’t it be worse if we just stood here and did nothing?”

Calen narrowed his eyes.

She didn’t wait for an answer.

Before anyone could stop her, Pamella stepped forward and snatched the key from the housekeeper’s hand. With a quick twist, she unlocked the door and pushed it open.

The door swung open.

Inside, the dim lighting of the restroom cast soft shadows against the tiled walls. Near the sink, a man was pressed against the counter, his hands gripping the waist of the woman in front of him. Their lips were locked in a deep kiss, bodies impossibly close. The rustling of fabric and the sound of hurried breaths filled the air.

For a moment, there was silence. Then a collective inhale from the onlookers.

Pamella’s eyes widened as she took in the scene. Her gaze snapped to the woman–her back turned, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, the familiar silhouette unmistakable.

Isabella Rossi.

Pamella’s lips curled in triumph.

forward. “Isn’t this just…

over the crowd. More murmurs rose behind her, some

you do something like this?” Pamella continued, shaking her head as if in

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twisted at the scene, but something felt

turned to full whispers. The growing crowd shifted, people exchanging glances, some

he muttered under his breath, reaching for

arm shot out, blocking him. She met his

doing?” she asked.

He lowered his voice.

scoffed but didn’t move. The hushed voices around

the woman inside turned..

moment Pamella saw her face,

wasn’t Isabella

minor actress–one Pamella vaguely recognized from small roles in TV dramas. The man was more recognizable, a well–known actor whose films had recently gained international attention.

fingers twitched slightly at

Shit.

He stepped in front of Pamella and reached for the

his

hesitated, then let go, lifting her chin slightly as if conceding.

the door, blocking the scene from the public eye. But the damage

tension in the air was thick, the scandalous energy palpable.

ease, Pamella

the fabric of her dress as she looked around. “I believe we’ve seen enough,” she said, her words deliberate. “This is a highly private matter after all. It is

door handle again, this time pressing it closed with finality.

few people exchanged

hand over her chest, sighing as though burdened by the weight of responsibility. “Gossip can be cruci,” she continued. “We wouldn’t want

words settled over the crowd like a well–placed net. Some nodded in agreement. Others hesitated but

this looks like a fun assembly. Can someone

toward Izzy as if

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Pamella froze.

the fabric of her dress

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