The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 916

A wicked smirk tugged at the corner of Jamison's mouth. His long, elegant fingers tipped his wife's chin upward, and he let out a soft, teasing scoff. "Who was it that couldn't sleep a few nights ago and practically threw herself at me? Are you playing dumb now?"

When Ivy went in for her three-month postpartum checkup, the doctor told her she was healing beautifully.

Thinking about how her husband had been forced to live like a monk for over a year, she felt a twinge of guilt. Beating around the bush, she delicately asked the doctor about resuming their sex life.

Dr. Beckett gave her a knowing look before offering a conservative reply. "In principle, yes, you can safely resume intimacy after three months. But it really depends on how your body feels. You can give it a try, but if anything is uncomfortable, don't force it."

After a brief pause, Dr. Beckett added with a meaningful smile, "Jamison is a professional. He knows how this works and will certainly be understanding."

It was obvious Dr. Beckett had seen right through her—she knew Ivy was worried about her husband's needs and wanted things to go back to normal as soon as possible.

But the doctor also trusted Jamison's character. As a medical professional, he would prioritize his wife's health and recovery over his own desires.

It was a polite way of telling her not to rush.

Blushing furiously, Ivy practically sprinted out of the clinic.

But for the next two nights, the urge to try lingered in her mind.

Since Jamison hadn't made a move, she didn't want to come on too strong and look utterly desperate.

However, after being rudely awakened in the middle of the night by her crying babies, she felt an inexplicable wave of frustration. Feigning sleepiness, she let her hand wander boldly over a certain someone's chest...

Jamison hadn't said a word, but his grip was firm as he caught her wandering hand and pinned it to the mattress.

His message was loud and clear: Not happening.

Mortified and annoyed, Ivy felt her pride shatter. She snatched her hand back, rolling over dramatically to face away from him.

Jamison hadn't even opened his eyes, but a quiet smile played on his lips. He shifted closer, pulling her flush against his chest and wrapping his arms around her in a silent, comforting embrace.

Now, faced with her husband's teasing, Ivy shot back, "I thought you didn't want to? What's this all about, then?"

Jamison leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, his breath mingling with hers in a suffocating wave of tension. "It's been another week. It should be fine now..."

Deep down, he had worried that three months simply wasn't enough time and hadn't wanted to cause his darling any discomfort.

"No, I'm too exhausted today," Ivy huffed, tilting her head back to dodge his kiss.

Jamison chuckled. He didn't argue, but he didn't let her go, either.

He kissed her at a slow, deliberate pace, his movements impossibly tender and endlessly patient.

Ivy knew exactly what he was doing, and it drove her crazy.

When she was the one taking the initiative, this jerk had shot her down without a second thought, pinning her hand and pretending to be dead to the world.

Now that he was making the move, her complaints of being tired fell on deaf ears. He had all the time in the world to seduce her, slowly coaxing out her desire.

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