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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looked up from the sink where she was rinsing her coffee

said, already heading

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out, still confused. By the time they reached the store, she was eyeing him from the side. “You actually shop for groceries?”

straight into the produce section and

spinach and turned

the shelf. “It’s not. Look here.” He

checked it again, then placed it carefully into the cart.

you know how to pick vegetables?” she

cook,” he said. “I’m not going to waste time with

grabbed a bell pepper and held it

glanced at it. “It’s

frowned, gave it a light squeeze, and quietly returned it to the pile.

needed without hesitation. A few tomatoes, red onions, a pack of pasta, and fresh herbs. He didn’t overthink anything, but

cart and watched him grab a bunch

don’t like waiting for things to be delivered,” he said. “And I don’t

it from her, checked the

eyes

the checkout, their cart was full, but nothing

Liam carried the heavier bags without saying anything. Izzy walked beside him, arms tucked into

didn’t think I’d see you checking the stems of spinach on a quiet Saturday,”

unlocked the car. “Now you

opened the door and slid

at her

ahead, watching people come and go from the store.

didn’t mind that at

this peace didn’t last that

“Liam?”

immediately turned to the person who called Liam’s name. Surprisingly, Izzy

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stepmother, Margarette

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the young teenage boy 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 that she

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

we still have

it’s been so long since you visited your brother. Why

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said, pursing his lips before he carefully let Izzy inside

Horvath, but we still have some appointments,” Izzy smiled. She didn’t wait for Margarette to say

didn’t say a word to each other. Then Liam’s phone started

caller–Mr. Horvath. She immediately assumed that this was not his grandfather. Liam, despite

call. It ended after a few seconds,

didn’t say anything at first, just turned her gaze to the road ahead. When the phone