The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 304

Ivy watched him sink into thought, assuming he must have experience–he just didn’t want to admit it.

But then he said he didn’t.

She stared at him, surprised, studying the seriousness in his face. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe him; she was just genuinely curious. “At your age, with your career and all… how do you manage?”

Jamison pressed his lips together, giving a wry little smile. “When it gets too much–well, I do have my own hands, don’t I?” own hands, don’t I?”

Ivy’s lashes fluttered and her heart started racing for reasons she couldn’t name.

She remembered the last time he’d gone with her to see Dr. Brown, and the old man had taken Jamison’s pulse and said he was practically radiating with pent–up

energy.

Could it really be that he’d kept himself so disciplined all these years, with only his own hands for company?

Jamison seemed to regret being so blunt; the awkwardness was thick between them. Seeing she was just as flustered, he shifted onto his back, turning to face her, and let out a sigh. “Aren’t these the kind of questions a man is supposed to ask to flirt with a woman? How did the tables turn? What are you getting at–are you worried I’m not… clean?”

Ivy felt suddenly hot all over, her eyes darting everywhere but his face. “No, it’s not that. I was just… curious. It sort of popped into my head and I blurted it out.”

“Do you believe me?”

“I do.”

“Really?” Jamison sounded genuinely surprised.

Ivy nodded. “Given your personality, and the way your work keeps you busy, I doubt you’d be interested in casual things like that. Besides, you used to have your own ‘one and only‘ on your mind.”

From what Ivy knew of Jamison, he wasn’t the type to mess around. He was too restrained, too disciplined. Not to mention, his obsession with cleanliness meant he’d never risk a reckless encounter just to satisfy a fleeting urge.

It wouldn’t surprise her at all if he’d never really been with anyone.

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Jamison seemed almost moved by her trust. He couldn’t help himself–he leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to her lips.

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