Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 175

“Huh?” Izzy frowned at the tablet. The smell of coffee lingered in the air, thick and warm. Liam was in the kitchen behind her, moving around quietly as he finished preparing breakfast. She sat at the table, one leg crossed over the other, eyes glued

to the screen.

Just as she expected, the headlines were already out. The actor and actress caught in the restroom had taken over the entertainment section. The photos were blurry but clear enough to identify them. What followed was a string of articles digging into the actor’s past old accusations, former complaints, and questionable behavior on set. Everything had resurfaced.

He was done,

But that wasn’t what made her frown.

It was the article below it.

Calen Weiss and Pamella Johnson: Engaged and Possibly Eloped.

Izzy blinked.

The article spun the story in a clean, positive way. According to it, the couple had quietly tied the knot or planned to, with Pamella choosing to keep the details private to avoid unnecessary attention. It even quoted a source saying she preferred simplicity and didn’t like to “show off.”

Izzy slowly set the tablet down.

She knew Pamella. That woman didn’t hide things. She flaunted them.

Liam then placed a plate in front of her. English breakfast. Eggs, toast, sausage, grilled tomatoes. He sat across from her and glanced at the tablet.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Izzy tapped the screen once and slid it toward him. “It looks like the Weiss family wants the Blackwell Group’s support badly. This article says Calen and Pamella are engaged. Maybe even eloped.”

Liam took one look and shrugged. “You should stop reading the news first thing in the morning. It’ll ruin your day.”

Izzy narrowed her eyes at him. She rested her elbow on the table, then leaned her face into her palm, staring.

Liam looked up from his plate. “Is there something on my face?”

“There’s something missing from your face,” she said. “That’s the problem.”

He frowned. “What?”

She leaned forward, kissed him on the lips–quick, nothing dramatic–then pulled back.

“There,” she said. “Now there’s nothing missing. You look perfect.”

Liam blinked once.

Izzy picked up her fork and started eating like nothing happened, leaving Liam speechless… once again.

After breakfast, Liam stood and grabbed his keys from the counter.

“Let’s go.”

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sink where she was rinsing her

said, already heading for

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By the time they reached the store,

He pushed the cart straight into the produce section and stopped in front of

picked up a bundle of spinach and turned it over. “This looks

from her hand, checked the bottom stems, then placed it back on the shelf. “It’s not. Look here.” He

picked up another bunch, checked it again, then placed it carefully into the

you know how to

said. “I’m not going

a bell pepper and held it up.

it. “It’s

it a light squeeze, and

tomatoes, red onions, a pack of pasta, and fresh herbs. He didn’t overthink anything, but

pushed the cart and watched him grab a bunch of bananas. “So you really

said. “And I

the dairy section, she reached for a carton of milk. He took it from her, checked the date, then gave it

rolled her eyes but smiled.

their cart was full, but

anything. Izzy walked beside him, arms tucked into her

stems of spinach on a quiet Saturday,” she said.

the car. “Now you

and slid in. “It suits you, actually.”

glanced at her

watching people come and go from the store.

didn’t mind

peace didn’t last

“Liam?”

immediately turned to the person who called Liam’s

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stepmother, Margarette

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following behind Margarette, Liam’s half–brother? She heard that Liam’s father got married after his mother’s death, but this should be the first time

Hi…” Margarette said, a smile apparent on her face as she held a hand toward

but we still

so long since you visited your brother.

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said, pursing his lips before he carefully let Izzy inside the car.

to say another word as she closed the door. Almost immediately,

a moment, the two didn’t say a word to each other. Then Liam’s

she asked. She could clearly see the caller–Mr. Horvath. She immediately assumed that this was not his grandfather.

after a few seconds, but then it

at first, just turned her gaze to the road ahead. When the phone rang