The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 917

The nanny shook her head gently. "Mommy is working right now, so we can't bother her. Let's go play with some toys, okay?"

When she turned to walk away, one of the boys let out an ear-piercing wail. He kicked and thrashed in her arms with so much force that she nearly dropped him.

Even with the soundproofing in the study, Ivy could hear the chaos erupting outside.

Luckily, she had just wrapped up her video conference. Seeing that it was almost noon, she stood up and headed out to feed the demanding duo.

Jamison usually FaceTimed her during his lunch break to check in on his honey and the kids.

Ivy accepted the call and propped her phone on the stand.

Seeing his wife nursing one of the twins, Jamison groaned. "Eating again? Why didn't you have the nanny give them a bottle?"

At six months, the babies were teething, making breastfeeding a painful ordeal.

After Ivy had complained about it a few times, Jamison had suggested weaning them completely.

They were already supplementing with formula, so the boys could easily make the transition.

It was as if the clever little rascals had understood their father's plan, because ever since then, they had become intensely clingy, absolutely obsessed with their mother.

"They were throwing a fit with the nanny. I had to step in," Ivy huffed, thinking to herself that they were exactly like their father.

Jamison didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He could perfectly picture them arguing with the nanny—wide-eyed, drooling, and babbling fiercely while looking ridiculously cute in their anger.

After six months of motherhood, Ivy was entirely over any modesty about nursing. Even though she was on a video call with her husband, she calmly adjusted her top to feed their son without a second thought.

On the other end of the screen, Jamison cleared his throat conspicuously.

Ivy had recently gotten her period back, meaning they had been sidelined from intimacy for over a week.

Even though nothing explicit was visible on camera, his imagination ran wild. The harder he tried to suppress it, the more vivid the thoughts became.

Glancing at the screen, Ivy noticed her husband's strained expression. Realizing he was at the hospital, she figured it wasn't appropriate and said, "Let's hang up. Just come home early tonight."

"Yeah," Jamison agreed. Right as he was about to end the call, something clicked. "Oh, by the way, we're having dinner at the Ludwig estate tonight. My parents want to see the kids."

"Should I wait for you here, or take the boys over first?"

"Wait for me. I'll leave work early."

"Alright."

Assuming the conversation was over, Ivy didn't reach for her phone since her hands were full, waiting for him to disconnect.

But the screen stayed active.

Catching on, she looked up and saw him staring intently at her without blinking. She rolled her eyes. "What are you staring at? Can't you look when you get home?"

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