The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 384

The housekeeper moved as if to help, but Ivy waved her away with a graceful flick of her wrist. “I’ll take care of Mr. Jamison’s breakfast. You all have other work to

do.”

The staff nodded and quietly slipped away.

Ivy ladled some nourishing broth for Jamison, her tone teasing. “Need me to feed you, Mr. Jamison?”

Jamison caught the edge in her voice and grinned, playing along. “That depends on how you plan to do it…”

Ivy froze for half a second.

How to feed him? This shameless man–was he flirting again? Did he expect her to feed him mouth–to–mouth?

She stirred the soup with dainty precision and shot him a sultry look. “Aren’t you a germaphobe? Could you really handle eating something that’s already been in someone else’s mouth?”

Jamison’s face tightened, and whatever mischievous thoughts he’d had vanished instantly.

This woman was a killjoy. Leave it to her to turn what could’ve been a romantic game into something so unappetizing, he nearly lost his desire to eat at all.

They were nearly finished with breakfast when Jamison suddenly remembered something. “By the way, Boyd stopped by yesterday and handed me an invitation. Want to guess who it’s from?”

Ivy was dabbing her lips with a napkin. She paused, quickly catching on. “Emmal and Sheridan’s engagement party?”

Jamison looked genuinely surprised. “How did you know?”

Without a word, Ivy got up and pulled an invitation from her purse. “Katrina gave me this yesterday when I dropped by Golden Maple Estate.”

Jamison gave a dismissive laugh. “Looks like the Windsors want the whole world to know.”

Not that he could blame them. The Windsors had been on the verge of ruin, with: everyone waiting for them to go under so they could kick them while they were down. Now, with their alliance to the Carters, it was a dramatic comeback. Of

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course they’d seize the moment to parade their newfound ‘resilience to everyone

“Yours is probably from the Carters. Mine’s definitely from Emma–no doubt she’s dying to show off,” Ivy sald with a knowing smirk. She’d long since seen through that family’s true nature.

“So, are you going? If you’d rather avoid them, we don’t have to.”

“Oh, I’m going,” Ivy replied, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “How else am I supposed to watch the show? In fact, I plan to go all out–maybe even steal the spotlight and drive Emma up the wall.”

Jamison smiled. “Then I’ll be right there with you. Let the world fall apart–you just sit back and enjoy the drama.”

Ivy took a soft breath, propping her chin on her hand as she gazed at Jamison, a playful smile lighting her face.

More and more, she felt she’d made the right choice. Aside from that one

deception–his secret identity–he was flawless. Being with a man like him, she felt an unshakeable sense of security.

Jamison caught her look, bemused. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Just admiring a handsome man.”

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