The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 964

Just as expected, Jamison didn't even recognize his wife's voice. He completely ignored her, his expression turning even frostier.

Finding her prank a bust, Ivy quickened her pace and directly reached out to grab him. "Hey, I'm talking to you—"

Before she could finish, Jamison aggressively swatted her hand away.

But a second later, the man caught a familiar glimpse of her silhouette from the corner of his eye and instinctively glanced back.

The moment he did, his cold, statuesque face was struck with absolute shock. His eyes swept over Ivy before he spoke in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

The icy demeanor from a moment ago instantly melted into a radiant smile. At the same time, his hands eagerly reached out, naturally wrapping around Ivy's waist and hauling her straight into his arms.

Ivy clearly heard a chorus of surprised gasps from the bystanders. They were obviously shocked that such a cold, distant man could "change faces" in a split second and pull off such an overtly affectionate move.

"Stop grabbing at me, it doesn't look good in public," Ivy warned, shooting him a glare.

After all, the guy was quite famous for his medical videos on social media, with fans all over the country. If someone recognized him, it would definitely invite unwanted trouble.

But Jamison didn't listen. He kept his arm securely around his wife's waist, pushing his luggage cart with his free hand.

"Didn't you say you were too busy with work to pick me up?" Dr. Ludwig's face was completely devoid of its former chill, replaced with gentle warmth.

"I am really busy, but then I figured my husband was more important, so I had to cancel some meetings," Ivy grumbled playfully, giving him a side-eye. "But you didn't even recognize my voice, and you actually swatted me away!"

Dr. Ludwig felt deeply wronged. "You were using some gold digger's voice! I just swatted you away; you should be glad I didn't shove you to the floor."

"..." Ivy was so speechless she almost rolled her eyes.

He was such an impossible, straightforward guy!

"I thought all you men liked that overly sweet, whiny act."

"Where are you reading this nonsense? We've been married for years; don't you know exactly what I like by now?"

"I don't know, tell me. What kind do you like?" She pondered if she could roleplay it.

Jamison kept his arm hooked around his wife's waist, walking in perfect sync with her, glued together like conjoined twins.

Hearing Ivy's question, he turned his head, looking down at her with a wicked smirk. "I only like exactly what you are."

Before the words even faded, his handsome face dipped low, planting a brazen, affectionate kiss directly on his wife's lips in the middle of the crowded airport.

Ivy acted annoyed, but deep down, she absolutely loved her husband's clingy side.

People said even the most loving couples couldn't escape the seven-year itch, but they had sailed smoothly past it, growing only more passionately intertwined.

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