The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 437

“Buy me a ring. Just a plain band will do.” Jamison was direct as ever,

“What? You want me to buy you a ring?” Ivy stared at him, completely baffled.

Was he out of his mind?

She was supposed to be heading to campus to check in for the semester, and here he was, dragging her into a jewelry store and insisting she buy him a ring?

“You’re already wearing a wedding ring, but my hand is bare. Does that seem fair to you?” Jamison argued, sounding entirely justified. “I’m married, too. Why shouldn’t I have a ring?”

Ivy gave him a look that said she was at a loss for words, but she quickly caught on–he wanted to show off that he was a married man now.

Unbelievable. There was honestly nothing she could say.

“Fine, let’s get it over with. Come on, pick out whatever style you like.”

“You pick it for me.”

She stared at him.

“It’s a gift from you, so you should choose.”

Ivy rolled her eyes, biting back a retort only because half the store staff was watching them with interest.

How could someone be this… extraordinary?

“Alright, I’ll pick.” She forced herself to stay calm, determined to get this over with. She turned to the sales associate. “I need a men’s ring. Just a plain band, please”

“Of course, right this way.”

Dressed as they were–stylish, obviously well–off–the sales associate was all smiles as she led them to the counter and laid out several men’s bands.

Ivy grabbed Jamison’s left hand and pulled it over, ready to slip a ring on.

The associate quickly interjected, “Ma’am, it’s best to measure his finger first, just to be sure. It can be hard to get off if it’s too tight.”

So much hassle.

Ivy grumbled inwardly, but nodded. “Alright, let’s measure.’

The associate fetched a soft measuring tape, but Jamison drew his hand back.

She looked at him, confused, until he said, “I want you to do it?

The associate gave an awkward smile and handed the tape to hy.

With her first day of school looming, Ivy didn’t bother to argue. Under the associate’s guidance, she wrapped the tape around Jamison’s left ring finger and took his measurement.

Since all the plain bands looked much the same, lvy picked the cheapest one–a special on sale for $299.

Jamison looked offended. “Am I stingy with you? Didn’t I promise you fifty million when we got married? And now, when it’s your turn to buy me a ring, you go straight for the bargain bin?”

Was his hand not good enough or what?

“You’re a surgeon. You can’t wear rings in the OR, right? You’ll have to take it off time you scrub in. What if you misplace it? Losing an expensive one would be such a waste.”

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Ivy dismissed his grumbling as she paid, then turned to him with the box in hand.

“Hand.”

Jamison still looked put out, but obediently lifted his hand.

At that moment, Boyd’s old joke about Jamison came to life–this fearless, world–class surgeon, so cool and composed, yet in front of Ivy, he might as well be a superhero humbled by his one weakness.

Jamison’s hand was striking–clean, elegant, with long, defined fingers, like something out of a comic book.

As Ivy slid the ring onto his finger, she couldn’t help but recall how those same hands had explored every inch of her the night before, and a blush crept up her cheeks, her heart skipping a beat.

The ring fit perfectly.

“Looks good. Let’s go.” She flashed a perfunctory smile, ready to call this errand done.

Jamison frowned a little but let it go.

The sales associate had never seen a transaction happen so quickly. From the

moment they walked in to when they left, not even five minutes had passed.

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