The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 884

The luxurious Maybach glided onto campus, instantly drawing stares from every direction.

The graduation ceremony was being held at the university's new stadium. Because of the massive crowds, the campus security had blocked off several main roads, meaning the car couldn't pull directly up to the venue.

"It's a pretty long walk from here, and the heat is brutal. Are you sure you're up for this? You can always just wait in the car," Ivy said, eyeing the barricades with concern.

Jamison remained entirely unfazed. "It's fine. We'll just walk."

"But—"

The man cut her off smoothly. "No buts. We have the guys with us. I promise I won't push myself if I feel sick."

Aside from Boyd, they were also accompanied by the security guard who usually tailed Ivy.

Trusting that he knew his own limits, Ivy finally agreed.

The Maybach pulled over, joining a long line of parked luxury cars, and the four of them stepped out into the sweltering heat, making their way toward the stadium.

Jamison stood tall and imposing. His recent illness had leaned him out, making the sharp angles of his jawline and his striking, aristocratic features even more pronounced.

Because she was giving a speech, Ivy had pinned her shoulder-length hair into an elegant, low chignon, secured with a delicate hair stick. Her natural, flawless beauty was only amplified by her meticulously done makeup.

She wore a simple, elegant white dress paired with a brand-new pair of Snowy heels. The look was pristine and refined, yet effortlessly youthful.

Under the bright sun, she looked absolutely luminous, almost as if she were glowing from the inside out.

As they walked side by side, every head turned to watch them pass, people completely captivated by the stunning couple.

As they neared the stadium, seas of students in their caps and gowns were flooding through the entrance gates.

Ivy pulled out her phone to text the administration, but a call came through first, asking if she had arrived.

Hanging up, she reluctantly slipped her hand out of Jamison's. "The professor needs me to go grab my robes. Take your time walking, there's no rush."

"Take it easy! Don't let anyone bump into you," Jamison ordered.

He turned to look at Boyd, but before he could even give the command, Boyd had already quickened his pace to act as Ivy's personal shield through the crowd.

The ceremony was an incredibly grand affair. When Ivy stepped up to the podium, framed by sprawling floral arrangements in her cap and gown, thunderous applause echoed through the stadium.

She had been to countless high-society events throughout her life.

But this was the very first time since she had been kidnapped that she was standing center stage, with thousands of eyes entirely fixed on her.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, and even her smile felt a little stiff with nerves.

Because the undergrads and grad students were sharing the ceremony, Katrina was also sitting in the audience.

The law school section was positioned directly across from the stage, giving her a perfect, unobstructed view of her best friend shining in the spotlight.

Katrina pulled out her phone, zoomed in, and recorded the entire speech.

Hearing the endless stream of praise and envy from the students around her, Katrina couldn't help but smile, bursting with fierce pride for her best friend.

Meanwhile, the man Ivy was desperately searching for wasn't actually sitting in the audience.

Dressed to the nines, Jamison had somehow procured a massive, breathtaking bouquet of fresh flowers.

He stood quietly at the bottom of the stage steps, holding the flowers. All he had to do was tilt his head slightly to watch the woman he loved command the entire stadium.

Because Ivy's attention was fully fixed on the crowd in front of her, she had no idea her husband was waiting just out of sight.

As her speech drew to a close, Jamison began his ascent, walking up the side steps to quietly approach her from behind.

"That concludes my speech. Finally—may we all carry the strength our alma mater has given us as we brave the storms ahead and march fearlessly into the next chapters of our lives. Thank you all!"

As her passionate closing remarks echoed across the stadium, Ivy was completely overcome with emotion. She gathered her notes, stepped out from behind the podium, and offered a deep, grateful bow to the roaring crowd.