The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 882

Through the screen, the row of white-coated doctors in the conference room watched in absolute shock. Their expressions rapidly shifted from stunned curiosity to complete, awkward avoidance.

Jamison was just as startled. Worried she might slip, his arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, even as he knew how highly inappropriate this was.

"What are you doing? They can see you," he warned in a low, tight voice.

Ivy simply turned to face the camera, completely unbothered, and offered a bright wave. "Hi, everyone! Thanks for working so hard!"

Jamison was speechless.

He suddenly realized exactly what his wife was trying to do.

He just hadn't expected her to be this bold about it!

The doctors on the call quickly caught on. They all offered awkward, polite chuckles before one of them swiftly intervened. "I think that's enough for today! The surgical plan is pretty clear, and Dr. Ludwig really needs his rest."

Ivy beamed at the screen with the utmost courtesy, acting as her husband's unofficial spokesperson.

The moment the video call ended, a firm hand gripped Ivy's chin, forcing her to look into Jamison's dark, narrowed eyes.

"Since when did you become so shameless?" Dr. Ludwig asked, studying her face with genuine curiosity.

In the past, if he was even slightly affectionate in front of others, she would blush fiercely and try to create distance, insisting on perfect professionalism.

Now, she was casually straddling his lap in front of his entire department.

Ivy batted his hand away with a huff. "If being a little shameless helps keep you healthy, then so be it."

"..."

"Seriously, haven't you been pushing it a bit lately? If you're this obsessed with your job, you might as well cancel your medical leave and move back to the hospital."

It wasn't like he was actually resting at home anyway.

Dropping that final remark, Ivy moved to stand up.

But Jamison was faster. He grabbed her arm and pulled her right back down into his lap.

She landed a little harder than intended, her heart skipping a beat. "What are you doing? What if I hit your incision?"

Even though he was home from the hospital, his body was still healing. He needed to be incredibly careful for at least a month.

She had only sat on him earlier to prove a point, and even then, she had been meticulously careful not to put any pressure anywhere near his stomach.

"It's fine. Just don't squirm," Jamison murmured. Relishing the feeling of holding his gorgeous wife, he buried his face in the soft crook of her neck and took a deep, lingering breath.

Ivy knew exactly where his mind was going.

Unfortunately for him, thinking was all he could do.

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