The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 794

Shield the top, and the bottom is exposed.

Defend the bottom, and the top is left unguarded.

In just a few minutes, her clothes had landed, one by one, outside the shower stall.

Even though the bathroom was warm, Ivy instinctively drew herself in, trying to cover up.

Jamison had been living in monk-like restraint for so long that his self-control was practically nonexistent by now. With temptation right in front of him, all his cool composure, pride, and so-called masculine dignity vanished into thin air.

He gazed at her with utter devotion, completely captivated, which only made Ivy more embarrassed. She reached up, covering his eyes.

“Stop staring. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before…” she muttered shyly, wishing they could just hurry up and finish showering so she could escape.

Jamison pulled her hand away, pressed a kiss to her fingers, then guided her arms around his waist, drawing them perfectly together.

“Ivy…” His voice was husky, full of longing. A thousand words of praise swirled in his mind, but in the end, he simply tipped her chin up and poured all his love and yearning into a deep, heated kiss.

“Jamison… No, you can’t—wait, just a few more days—”

“I don’t want to wait. Not another second…”

Panic flickered in Ivy’s eyes.

They’d been careful for so long—it couldn’t all be for nothing, not when there was still risk. At the very least, she wanted to wait until tomorrow, go to the hospital for another round of tests. If everything came back clear again, then maybe it would really be okay.

Even though her body ached for him just as much, Ivy forced herself to stay calm. She cupped his face in her hands, making him pause.

“Not tonight. Tomorrow—tomorrow’s Saturday, I’m off work. We’ll go to the hospital and get checked again.” She stared into her husband’s dark, intense eyes, seeing all the struggle and longing he held back. Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Jamison’s breathing was ragged, but he understood. “And if the results are clear?”

“Then… then whatever you want.”

Jamison’s gaze sharpened, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. “I thought you’d insist on waiting until six months.”

“I wanted to,” Ivy admitted, cheeks flushed. “But I’m afraid you’ll go crazy if we wait that long…”

He let out a wry laugh. “Like I’m the only one suffering here. Don’t pretend you don’t want it too.” Dr. Ludwig shot her a mischievous look, full of wicked charm.

Ivy glared at him, exasperated. “Just hurry up and shower. I’m tired—work was exhausting.”

“You chose this job. You can handle the exhaustion.” Dr. Ludwig’s words were sharp, but his hands were gentle as ever.

Ivy knew there was no stopping him, so she let him wash her, deciding she’d let him have this small comfort.

———

The next day.

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