The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 889

"Seriously?" Jamison was clearly out of the loop regarding his best friend's dating life. He shook his head. "He hasn't mentioned anything. I'll call and ask him right now if you want."

He started to sit up to grab his phone.

"Don't!" Ivy quickly stopped him. "Leave it alone. If you ask, he'll immediately know it came from me. He might think Katrina is trying to get back together and using you as a middleman to test the waters."

She had to protect her best friend's dignity.

Jamison arched an eyebrow, his own gossip radar now pinging. "Katrina doesn't regret breaking up with him at all?"

"What's the point of regretting it? Her mom's condition took a turn for the worse. Even with the best treatments, she probably only has six months to a year left. All her mom wants is to see Katrina settled down with someone she can rely on. So... Katrina's getting married."

"Married?" Jamison was stunned. "To who? Didn't they just break up two months ago?"

"To the son of her mom's best friend. Apparently, he's a very successful and decent guy."

Ivy's gears were turning. She was deliberately feeding this information to her husband, fully aware of what he would do with it. "Most importantly, this guy is actually willing to commit and take responsibility for her. Unlike some people, who just want all the fun of dating with none of the actual commitment. Absolute trash behavior."

Jamison glanced at his wife, wisely choosing to keep his mouth shut.

When Naylor first got dumped, he had been an absolute wreck. For days, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol, dragging Jamison out in the dead of night to vent.

Katrina had used the classic "we're incompatible, let's just go our separate ways" excuse, but everyone knew the real reason: she needed to get married, and Naylor was strictly anti-marriage. A breakup was inevitable.

Drunk and slurring his words, Naylor had grumbled, "She didn't even ask me if I was willing! Just decided I was out of the running. What gives her the right? And why are women so obsessed with a piece of paper? Was I not good enough to her?"

Jamison had asked him one single question in response, which immediately shut Naylor up, leaving him to nurse his drink in sullen silence.

Jamison had asked, "If she had demanded you marry her right then and there, would you have said yes?"

Since Naylor couldn't answer, Jamison knew he was still clutching his anti-marriage principles.

That being the case, Jamison felt zero sympathy for him. Naylor had brought this on himself.

A woman's time was precious. If you made it crystal clear you were never going to marry her, she had every right to pack her bags and leave.

Now, hearing about Katrina's impending wedding, Jamison's first instinct was to relay the news straight to his best buddy.

Whether Naylor swallowed his pride and tried to win her back would depend entirely on how deep his feelings really were.

The next morning, Jamison called Naylor on his way to work.

Naylor was en route to the airport for yet another business trip.

"Arranged... I knew she was being set up! She was probably lining up dates while we were still together! Unbelievable!" The very concept of blind dates sent Naylor's blood pressure spiking.

If this guy was actually handsome, successful, and reliable, why would he resort to blind dates?

He would have been snatched up off the market ages ago.

Did Katrina not understand that good men don't just float around in the dating pool?

And she was delusional enough to think she could find true love this way!

She was probably getting stuck with a mama's boy, an arrogant loser, or worse, some abusive psychopath.

She was going to marry someone like that? She was literally throwing herself into a fire!

Seeing how riled up he was, Jamison knew he had hit the bullseye. He smoothly delivered the final blow. "She's just an ex, Naylor. Why are you so worked up? Plenty of your exes have gotten married. You even sent them your best wishes. So why are you acting like a rabid dog over Katrina?"

"You're the rabid dog! Asshole!" Naylor barked, rushing toward his boarding gate. "I'm flying out. Don't ever bring her up to me again!"

He hung up violently.