The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 907

She just wanted her mother to pass away with peace of mind.

"I know. You don't need to explain." Naylor held her tightly, gently stroking the back of her head. "You didn't want your mom to worry, and you didn't want her to leave with any regrets. I know this seems like a crazy way to start a marriage, but sometimes taking the plunge requires a little impulsiveness. It requires the right catalyst."

He pulled back slightly, framing her face with both hands to wipe away her tears. His voice was impossibly tender. "Maybe this was the universe's way of giving us that catalyst."

If this tragedy hadn't forced their hands, they really might have walked away from each other forever.

"Do you really mean that? You won't regret this?" Katrina pressed.

"I—" Naylor started, but a sudden, aggressive honking from the street below cut him off.

They both jumped. Katrina gasped, "Your car is definitely blocking the street!"

Naylor sighed in exasperation, knowing she was right. "I'll run down and move it."

"Don't bother coming back up. It's late. Go home, and we can talk about everything tomorrow." Her mind was spinning. She desperately needed a moment alone to process the massive shift in her reality, so she tried to send him away.

But Naylor wasn't about to leave her tonight.

He opened the front door, paused, and smoothly snatched her apartment keys from the hook. "I'll be right back!" he declared.

Katrina was left speechless.

He was too slick. He took her keys just in case she tried to lock him out.

Minutes later, Naylor swaggered back into the apartment.

Going from a die-hard bachelor to wanting a wedding and a baby in the span of an hour—the whiplash was terrifying.

"Yeah," Naylor nodded, looking completely calm and serious. "Don't tell me you look at Ivy's twins and don't feel a little baby fever."

Realization dawned on Katrina. "You're just jealous because Jamison had kids first?"

"Maybe a little. I'm sick of him rubbing it in my face. It's just having a kid. Anyone can do it." Naylor's tone dripped with sour competitiveness.

Just seconds ago, Katrina had been moved to tears. Now, she felt like she had been demoted to an incubator to settle a frat-boy rivalry.

She shoved Naylor away, glaring at him in disbelief. "Are you seriously telling me you suddenly want to marry me just to satisfy some weird male ego trip about having a baby faster than your best friend?"

"What are you talking about? Of course not! I'd never change my entire outlook on life for something that stupid. I just think that once we're married, having a kid is the natural next step."