The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 861

Jamison was speechless.

"It's all a misunderstanding between them, but it's up to Naylor to resolve it. Frankly, with his extensive romantic experience, this should be nothing. If he blows this out of proportion, I'll have to suspect he's using it as an excuse to break up with Katrina."

Ivy's analysis was so thorough that Jamison fell silent, suddenly worried he might get caught in the crossfire if his best friend really was planning something like that.

Noticing his reaction, Ivy flashed a brilliant smile and playfully threatened him, "If your friend dares to deceive my best friend or do anything to hurt her—Dr. Ludwig, you can expect to face guilt by association. Don't say I didn't warn you."

That was enough to make Jamison surrender completely. "What does this have to do with me?" he mumbled under his breath, shooting his wife a furtive glance.

Ivy pretended not to see and walked over to the coffee table, opening her book to continue studying for her exams. But after flipping through just a few pages, she felt a discomfort in her stomach.

Come to think of it, the place they'd had lunch was very high-end, but despite the delicious-looking food, she hadn't had much of an appetite. She couldn't refuse to eat in front of the VIP, though, or he might think she was snubbing him. She'd forced herself to finish the meal, and ever since, she’d felt a knot in her stomach. Now, sitting down, a wave of nausea washed over her, a sour taste rising in her throat.

Thinking back on how she'd been feeling the last few days, a thought sparked in Ivy's mind, and a secret thrill ran through her. But she wasn't going to tell Jamison anything until she was certain. Ever since her uterine artery embolization, her cycle had been a bit irregular. By her calculations, her period was due. She had learned from Dr. Beckett that even if she missed her period, she could still be ovulating. And they hadn't used protection the last few times they'd been intimate, as she'd wanted to see if she could get pregnant again. Theoretically, it was possible she was in the very early stages of pregnancy, which would be hard to detect.

"I'll get it checked tomorrow morning," Ivy said. "If I feel better by tonight, there's no need to waste medical resources."

She went back to her book, but her mind couldn't settle. Once the seed of suspicion was planted, it grew, and she knew she couldn't wait until morning. That evening, after dinner, she made an excuse about needing a walk to aid her digestion. She slipped out, found a nearby pharmacy, and bought two pregnancy tests. Not daring to return to Jamison's room, she found a public restroom in the outpatient building and ducked inside, her heart pounding with anticipation.