Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 151

Izzy shook her head, setting her glass down with a soft clink. “It’s not worth it,” she said, exhaling slowly. “Let it

go, Maria”

Maria raised an eyebrow. “Not worth it?”

“Dragging this through a lawsuit won't change anything,” Izzy continued, “Besides, | already have a meeting set

with the board of Rossi Group.” She leaned back against the booth, crossing her arms. “There's no point in

wasting ton Weiss Inc. anymore.”

Maria watched her for a moment, then shrugged. “If that’s your choice.” She took a small sip of her drink before

smirking slightly. “Just remember, I'm here if you change your mind. Anytime.

Izzy's lips quirked into a faint smile. “I know. Thanks.”

She picked up her glass again, swirling the whiskey lazily, the amber liquid catching the light. The burn of the

alcohol was starting to numb the edge of her frustration, replacing it with a dull warmth that spread through her

chest.

She was just about to lift the glass to her lips when a hand closed gently but firmly around her wrist.

Izzy blinked, glancing up in surprise. Her eyes met a familiar pair of cold, gray ones.

Liam stood there, his expression unreadable. The dim lighting cast shadows across the sharp lines of his face,

but even in the half-dark, his presence was unmistakable.

Maria smirked slightly. “Well, look who decided to drop by,” she said, leaning back in her seat. “Good to see you,

Mr. Horvath

Liam inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment before turning his gaze back to Izzy.

Izzy stared at him for a moment, caught off guard. Then her surprise melted into a smile. “I didn’t know you were

back in the country,” she said, easing her wrist out of his grasp.

“My flight just landed,” Liam replied, his eyes scanning her face briefly as if checking for something.

Izzy pursed her lips and shifted to the side, patting the empty space beside her. “Then sit,” she said simply.

Liam hesitated for half a second before sliding into the booth next to her, the faint scent of his cologne mingling

with the rich aroma of whiskey and gin.

Maria chuckled, tipping her glass slightly. “It’s always good to see you two,” she said, eyes gleaming with mild

amusement. “Though | can’t say | expected it here, of all places.”

Izzy huffed softly but didn’t comment, too focused on the warmth radiating from Liam's side. Inwardly, she was

surprised by just how much she’d missed him. The steady, grounding presence he brought-one that made the

frustration and betrayal of earlier seem less suffocating.

Liam glanced at the half-empty glass of whiskey in front of her, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You've had

enough?” he asked.

Izzy rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at her lips. “You're not my keeper,” she

muttered, but she made no move to take another sip.

Maria snorted into her gin and tonic, clearly amused. “I should get going,” she said, stretching slightly. “I have an

early morning tomorrow.”

She slid out of the booth with a lazy grace, pausing briefly to tap a manicured nail against the table. “Take care

of her, will you, Mr. Horvath?” she said with a smirk.

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Liam's eyes flickered briefly with something unreadable. “Always.”

Maria chuckled and gave a mock salute. “See you around, Izzy,” she said before disappearing into the crowd.

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As the noise of the club filled the silence, Izzy leaned back against the booth, exhaling slowly. She could feel the

tension that had been coiling in her chest since the meeting with Calen slowly starting to ease.

Liam leaned back as well, one arm draped casually along the back of the seat behind her. “What happened?” he

asked quietly.

Izzy's eyes flickered. She hadn't told him anything yet because she was too angry and didn’t want to bother him.

Izzy knew that Liam had been busy with sprojects and had been in meetings day and night.

For a moment, she considered brushing it off-saying it was nothing. But one look at his expression, and she knew

that wouldn't work.

She let out a slow breath, fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “Renard put Calen in charge of the Macau Project,”

she said simply.

Liam's eyes darkened. “I see.”

Izzy chuckled dryly. “I shouldn't even be surprised at this point,” she muttered. “They've been trying to cut me

out since the scandal broke. Guess | just didn’t want to admit it.”

Liam’s jaw tightened. His fingers drummed once against the back of the seat-a subtle motion, but one Izzy

caught.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s not like | didn’t see it coming,” she admitted. “Renard’s

desperate to keep the company afloat. Using Calen to get the Johnsons to intervene is the easiest move.”

Liam didn’t respond immediately, but his gaze never left her face.

Izzy let out a soft, humorless laugh. “And | just let it happen,” she muttered, swirling her drink. “All that work for

nothing.”

Liam's fingers brushed lightly against her shoulder-brief, almost imperceptible. “It wasn’t for nothing,” he said.

Izzy glanced at him, surprised.

Liam's gaze was steady, unflinching. “They'll regret it,” he added calmly as if it were a statement of fact rather

than a threat.

Izzy stared at him for a moment before a small, genuine smile tugged at her lips. The weight on her chest didn't

disappear entirely, but it lightened just a bit.

She chuckled softly, nudging him slightly with her shoulder. “You're not very good at cheering people up,” she

teased. As always. This man has been like this since they were younger.

Liam's lips twitched faintly. “Not trying to.”

Izzy laughed, the sound easing the knot of frustration in her chest. The alcohol, combined with Liam's presence,

left her feeling lighter-less like she was fighting to stay above water.

For the first tthat day, she felt like she could breathe.

“Carry me...” Izzy said as her eyes fluttered open, her vision hazy and unfocused. The soft lighting overhead

blurred into warm hues, and the steady warmth at her side was enough to make her snuggle closer without

thinking.

She blinked slowly, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Wait. When did they leave the club?

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The faint scent of cedar and something clean-something unmistakably Liam-lingered in the air. Izzy turned her

head, her cheek pressing against a firm chest. Her fingers brushed against a crisp dress shirt.

Oh

They were home.

And she was drunk.

Her gaze drifted up, finding Liam's face above her, his eyes steady as he watched her. They were already in the

living room. the familiar sight of the cream-colored walls and the faint glow of city lights filtering through the

curtains confirming it.

Izzy blinked again, the alcohol buzzing pleasantly in her veins making it hard to focus. She squinted at him, her

lips curving into a lazy smile.

“Carry me...” she mumbled, reaching up to poke his chest.

Liam arched an eyebrow. “We're already home,” he pointed out, his hand resting lightly against her back,

keeping her steady.

Izzy paused, glancing around blearily. She blinked at the familiar sight of their sofa, the glass coffee table, and

the soft throw blanket draped over the armchair.

Then, realization seemed to dawn on her, and her eyes glinted mischievously. She looked back at Liam with a

playful pout. “Then carryto the bedroom,” she demanded, her fingers curling into his shirt.

A faint smirk tugged at Liam's lips. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead-brief, almost tender.

Before Izzy could complain, he slid an arm beneath her knees and another around her back, lifting her

effortlessly.

Izzy let out a content hum, her arms looping around his neck as he carried her through the hallway, past framed

photographs, and into their bedroom. The cool air brushed against her cheeks, and she buried her face in the

crook of his neck, eyes fluttering closed. Being carried like this was not bad at all, she thought inwardly.

The soft mattress dipped beneath her as Liam laid her down gently. Izzy shifted, rolling onto her side with a

sleepy sigh.

But then, warm hands were at her waist, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her blouse.

Izzy cracked one eye open, squinting up at him suspiciously. “What... are you doing?” she mumbled, words

slurred with exhaustion and whiskey.

Liam's eyes flickered with mild amusement as he continued unbuttoning her blouse, sliding it off her shoulders

with practiced ease. “You need a bath,” he replied calmly.

Izzy huffed, frowning up at him. “Do not.”

Liam glanced pointedly at her legs-at how they barely responded when she tried to sit up, only to flop back onto

the bed with a tic groan.

“You can’t even walk from the living room to the bedroom,” he pointed out dryly. “So yes, you do.”

Izzy pouted, but the warmth of his hands and the softness of the sheets were quickly lulling her into a drowsy

haze. She mumbled something unintelligible but made no real move to stop him.

Liam's lips twitched faintly as he slid her skirt off, leaving her in just her undergarments. He paused for a

moment, his eyes lingering on her flushed cheeks and slightly tousled hair.

Izzy squinted up at him, half-heartedly swatting at his wrist. “Are you just gonna stare?” she grumbled.

Liam chuckled. He scooped her up again, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carried her

toward the bathroom.

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Izzy's head lolled against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut again. The steady beat of his heart beneath her

car was soothing, and she found herself relaxing against him despite the warmth creeping up her cheeks.

“You're too much,” she mumbled sleepily, but her grip on his shirt tightened.

Liam didn’t respond immediately, but the faint press of his lips against her temple was enough to answer her.

The soft sound of water running filled the bathroom, steam curling lazily in the air. Izzy pecked up at him, her

brow furrowing. “You're seriously givinga bath?”

“Unless you plan on doing it yourself,” Liam said simply, adjusting his hold on her.

Izzy pouted but didn’t protest further, too tired to argue.

Liam set her down carefully on the edge of the bathtub, keeping one hand steady at her back as he tested the

water temperature. The warmth seeped into the air, pleasant and comforting.

Izzy leaned against him, her eyes drooping. “Fine,” she muttered. “But you're washing my hair properly.”

Liam's lips twitched with faint amusement. “Noted.”

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