The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 915

Ivy looked stunned. "Take her family's name?"

"Why not? A lot of guys are completely open-minded about it nowadays. They don't care about outdated traditions."

Sophia was equally shocked. "I... I've never actually thought about that."

"Think it over. I think it's a solid plan—if he really loves you and wants to build a life together."

After all, true love required a little compromise.

"Yeah, I'll think about it..."

The twins' three-month celebration party, while considered low-key for the Ludwigs, was still a jaw-dropping display of wealth.

The babies were surrounded by literal mountains of gold bars and trust fund certificates.

The extended Ludwig relatives had showered them with absurdly expensive gifts.

However, Ivy had politely declined all presents from her colleagues and the Late Night Thinkers Chat Group.

The message was clear: the Ludwig family had everything they could ever need. Their presence at the party was a gift in itself.

When it was time for the family photo, the elder Ludwigs sat dead center, each cradling a baby in their arms, beaming with absolute joy. The rest of the family surrounded them in a tight, joyous circle.

With the flash of the camera, the picture-perfect moment was forever immortalized.

...

Late that night, the exhausted couple finally found a moment of peace.

Ivy stepped out of the shower just as Jamison walked into the bedroom.

"Are they asleep?" she asked, drying her hair with a towel.

"Yeah. The younger one fussed a bit, but the nanny rocked him to sleep. She just put him down." Jamison let out a long, heavy sigh. "I don't know how Thad had the courage to have three kids."

Even with an army of staff, he felt that raising children was an overwhelmingly draining task.

Jamison smiled. "What, are you trying to play matchmaker again?"

"No. The gap between them is way too big. I'm not going to interfere." Otherwise, if things went south, she'd ruin Sophia's life and feel guilty forever.

"As long as you know where to draw the line, I'm relieved."

Ivy glared at her husband through the mirror. "What is that supposed to mean? When have I ever crossed the line?"

Jamison kept his lips pressed together, choosing not to answer.

Soon, her hair was completely dry. Jamison switched off the dryer and put it away.

"You haven't answered me. When have I ever crossed the line? You better explain yourself." Ivy stood up and turned to face him, demanding an answer.

Jamison straightened up and smoothly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. He leaned down and planted a lingering, sweet kiss on her lips. "Let's not talk about that right now. Let's do something else, hmm?"

Ivy's cheeks flushed, and her gaze darted nervously around the room. "Do... do what?"