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.

said, stepping forward.

crowd.

Pamella continued, shaking her head as if in disappointment. “At an event like this?

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her. His stomach twisted at the scene,

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

enough,” he muttered under his breath, reaching for the door.

shot out, blocking him. She met his gaze, her

doing?”

tightened. He lowered his voice. “You need to stop this.”

scoffed but didn’t move. The hushed voices around

the woman

Pamella saw her face, her smirk

Isabella

dramas. The man was more recognizable,

twitched slightly at her side.

Shit.

He stepped in front of Pamella and reached for the door again, but she held firm, her fingers gripping the edge.

said, his

her chin

scene from the public eye. But

the gathered crowd. The tension in the air was thick, the scandalous energy palpable. Whispers

with practiced ease, Pamella changed

the fabric of her dress as she looked around. “I believe we’ve seen enough,” she said, her

this time pressing it closed with finality. “It would be best if

people exchanged glances.

burdened by the weight of responsibility. “Gossip can be cruci,” she continued. “We wouldn’t want to ruin someone’s reputation over a simple mistake.”

like a well–placed net. Some nodded in agreement. Others

looks like a fun assembly. Can someone tell us what is going on?”

turned toward Izzy

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Pamella froze.

twitched against the fabric of her dress as she turned sharply toward the

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