The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 191

Jamison buckled his seatbelt and replied, “The driver brought me.

Katrina let out a sly chuckle. “So, Dr. Ludwig came prepared.”

He certainly had.

Jamison knew Ivy would be at the gallery today, so he’d swapped shifts with a colleague to free up his Monday. He’d already planned to ask her to dinner after the exhibition, so he didn’t bother driving himself–just let the driver drop him off.

Ivy was still glaring at him, clearly itching to snap back, but in the end, she just pressed her lips together, started the engine with a huff, and pulled onto the road.

Every now and then, Jamison glanced over at her and commented, “You haven’t lost your touch–three years without driving and you’re still a natural.”

Ivy shot back coolly, “Your compliments always make me a little uneasy.”

He smiled, softening his tone. “I told you, you’re the exception.”

He’d promised to stop being so sharp with her, and he meant to keep his word.

Ivy didn’t reply, but a faint warmth flickered in her chest–she made a point of ignoring it.

Katrina, in the backseat, tried her best to make herself invisible, quietly enjoying the

drama.

The car fell into a brief silence, broken only when Jamison’s phone rang.

He checked the screen, frowning slightly. “It’s Micah,” he murmured.

Ivy’s expression didn’t change; she just kept her eyes on the road.

Jamison answered, “Hello?”

Micah’s anxious voice came through. “Uncle, have you and Ivy left the art gallery yet?”

Jamison understood immediately.

News of today’s events must have spread through their social circle by now, and his clueless nephew was trying to rush over for a “chance encounter” with Ivy.

“We’ve already left,” Jamison replied.

“Where are you going?”

“Dinner.”

“Where at?”

“A private kitchen,” Jamison said smoothly.

The answer made Ivy whip her head around, shooting him a startled look before quickly facing forward again. The guy was shameless!

They definitely weren’t going to some exclusive chef’s table, but Jamison lied to Micah without missing a beat.

Once he hung up, Ivy gave a cold laugh. “Messing with your nephew like that–aren’t you worried he’ll be mad?”

Jamison just grinned, utterly unconcerned. Then he steered the conversation back. “Word’s probably gotten around about what happened at the gallery today. Have you thought about how you want to handle it?”

Ivy mirrored his nonchalance. “Doesn’t matter. My reputation’s already in ruins.”

Jamison paused for a moment, then asked, “Back when Emma set you up, did you have any evidence besides her confession?”

Ivy bristled with frustration. “If I had anything else, she would’ve been in prison by now. As it is, she gets to do whatever she wants.”

“Then have you ever thought of getting revenge another way?”

They happened to stop at a red light. Ivy glanced over her shoulder at him. “What kind of way?”

Jamison looked her straight in the face, hesitating.

He worried that if he said it out loud, Ivy might think him too ruthless, too dark–and that she’d pull away from him for good.

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