Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife (Izzy) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 

Dev’s eyes blinked open. The ache in her back quickly rounded her of the events of the night before: Hove the hell did she end up with him again? Izzy silently chastised herself for being weak around this man 

She winced as she shifted slightly, only to find herself trapped beneath Liam’s solid arm draped heavily across her waist. Her muscles protested the moment, a dull throb radiating from her lower back, but the weight of his arm was warm and grounding 

She carefully turned her head, taking in his relaxed features. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his lips were parted in peaceful sleep. For a moment, she hesitated, unwilling to disturb the tranquility of the scene. 

But the ache in her back wasn’t going anywhere, and she needed to stretch. Slowly, she began to slide out from under his arm, careful not to wake him. Just as she thought she was free, Liam’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. 

“Going somewhere?” he murmured, his voice low and groggy, his eyes barely opened. 

Izzy frowned, her cheeks warming. “Let me up. My back is killing me.” 

Instead of answering, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed something small and dark. Before she could process what he was doing, he held up a velvet box in front of her face. 

Her breath caught as she stared at it, a mix of confusion and anticipation swirling inside her. “What’s this?” she asked 

Liam pressed the box into her hand, his lips quirking into a faint smile. “Open it and find out.” 

Izzy hesitated, glancing between him and the box before she slowly lifted the lid. Nestled inside was a delicate–looking ring. 

Izzy’s fingers tightened around the small box as she stared at the ring. The band was white gold, simple yet elegant, with a small, round diamond in the center. The diamond was subtle, surrounded by intricate etchings that gave the ring a vintage charm. It wasn’t flashy or oversized but delicate, almost understated—the kind of ring that didn’t draw too much attention but was undeniably beautiful. 

She blinked, lifting her gaze to Liam. “What is this?” 

He propped himself up on one elbow, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Happy birthday,” he said, nodding toward the box. “It’s for you.” 

Izzy stared at him, suspicion flickering in her eyes. She glanced back at the ring and then at him, her brow furrowing. “Is this a joke?” she asked, her tone cautious. “Are you pranking me again?” 

Liam raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. “No pranks this time,” he said, watching her carefully. “It’s real.” 

Izzy looked at the ring again, still uncertain. “You’re telling me you didn’t hide something ridiculous inside? No confetti, no weird engraving, nothing like that? Would it make a sound if I wear it?” 

Liam sighed, sitting up fully. “No,” he said firmly. “This time, it’s just a ring. One I made for my wife.” 

Izzy’s eyebrows shot up as she gave him a skeptical look. A week ago, she would have immediately start arguing with her for how he just called her his wife, Now? Now is different. She focused on the ring. “You designed this?” she asked, tilting the box slightly to get a better look at the details. 

“I had it made,” Liam clarified, reaching out to gently take the box from her hands. He held it up between them. “I made 

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sure it was something you’d actually want to wear every day.” 

Izzy narrowed her eyes slightly, still wary. “Why?” She was already planning to wear during events and special occasions, 

Liam shrugged as if the answer were obvious. “Because I know you. You don’t like big, flashy jewelry or anything that gets in the way. This… it’s practical, simple, and it suits you.” 

Izzy studied his face, searching for any sign that he was messing with her. But his expression remained sincere, and it made her pause. She glanced back at the ring, her lips pressing into a in line as she considered his words. 

“You really think I’d want to wear this every day?” she asked, lifting the ring from the box and holding it between her fingers. 

Liam nodded, leaning back against the headboard. “I wouldn’t have gone to the trouble if I didn’t think you’d like it.“. 

Izzy exhaled slowly, turning the ring over in her hands. The design was thoughtful, and she couldn’t deny that it suited her style. Finally, she slipped it onto her finger, studying how it looked against her skin. It fit perfectly, as though it had always belonged there. 

“It’s… nice,” she admitted grudgingly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “Not bad for once. 

Liam’s lips switched in amusement, but he didn’t say anything, simply watching her reaction. 

Izzy shook her head, a small smile creeping onto her face despite herself. “Alright,” she said. “No pranks. I’ll give you credit for this one.” 

“You should,” Liam replied, a satisfied glint in his eyes. “You’ll be wearing it every day, after all.” 

Izzy pressed her lips together. Then she turned toward him and suddenly kissed him on the cheeks. “Thanks.” 

This time, it was Liam’s turn to be speechless. 

After what felt like forever, the two left the hotel and grabbed breakfast at a nearby cafe before heading to the office. 

Liam sprawled comfortably on the couch in Izzy’s office, watching her sift through a stack of documents. “It’s your birthday. Can’t you just take the day off?” he asked, his tone laced with annoyance. “I’m pretty sure they’ll survive without you for a day.” 

Izzy didn’t even look up. She flipped to the next page, scanned it, and signed her name with practiced efficiency. “I have things to do,” she said simply, setting the document aside and reaching for another. They are in Macau for work. Why would she spend a day doing things that’s not going to make her accomplish something? 

Liam leaned back as he studied her. “That’s not an answer.” 

Izzy glanced at him briefly but didn’t respond. Her birthday had never been something she looked forward to. Growing up, the celebrations were always more about Monica than her. The parties were designed around Monica’s preferences–her favorite themes, her favorite decorations, and even her favorite cakes. Izzy had learned early on that her own wishes didn’t 

matter. 

She returned her focus to the document in front of her. “Birthdays aren’t a big deal for me,” she said after a moment. “They 

never were.” 

Liam’s gaze softened, but he didn’t press her further. Instead, he stayed silent, watching her work with an intensity she chose to ignore. Then he said. “Well… that needs to change.” 

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“What made your face like that?” GEO Weiss asked his wife, Ced, the moment he walked into the house.