The long days of overtime finally came to an end with her internship.

After dinner, they returned home with a rare evening of leisure ahead of them.

Ivy lounged on the sofa, scrolling through her WhatsApp messages with one hand and petting her cat with the other.

Jamison brought over a plate of fruit. She opened her mouth with an “ah,” a gesture that made Dr. Ludwig roll his eyes, but he still lovingly placed a piece of fruit in her mouth.

Content, Ivy patted the spot next to her, inviting him to sit.

Jamison smiled silently and obliged. The moment he sat down, Ivy shifted, lying down with her head in his lap in one smooth, seamless motion.

“You certainly know how to enjoy yourself. Is a human cushion more comfortable than the sofa?” Dr. Ludwig teased, a wicked grin on his face. He pretended to complain, but he was secretly enjoying being used as his wife’s personal pillow.

Ivy didn’t answer, simply opening her mouth for another “ah.”

Jamison was even more speechless, but he stretched his arm to grab the fruit platter and continued to feed her.

“It’s been so busy lately. Since we’re not working tonight, why don’t we turn in early?” Jamison suggested gently as he fed his wife, his mind clearly on other things.

“What’s the rush? It’s only nine…” Ivy replied, dismissing his suggestion as she continued to chat on her phone. But holding the phone up was starting to look tiring.

“Be careful with that phone. Don’t drop it on your face,” Jamison warned.

No sooner had he spoken than the phone slipped from her grasp, smacking her right in the face. She cried out, covering her face as Snowy and Blackie, who had been sitting nearby, scattered in fright.

Jamison was startled too. Forgetting the phone on the floor, he quickly pulled her hands away. “Where did it hit you? Did it get your eye?”

Ivy freed one hand to clutch her right cheek, sitting up. “No, thankfully it just hit my face…”

Jamison pulled her hand away again and saw a red mark blooming on her cheek. Ivy’s eyes welled up with tears from the pain, but once Jamison saw she was okay, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re laughing! This is all your fault, you jinxed me.”

Seeing the angry red mark, Jamison realized it must have really hurt and immediately stopped laughing. “Okay, okay, my fault. I should have fed you with one hand and held your phone with the other.”

Ivy was speechless.

Seeing her glare, he pursed his lips and cooed, “Come here, let me blow on it for you. It won’t hurt after I blow on it.”

Ivy was utterly exasperated. “Do you think I’m three years old?” That kind of childish comforting tactic wouldn’t even work on a toddler. She really didn’t understand why men insisted on treating their wives like daughters.

But despite her disdain, Dr. Ludwig continued to treat her like a three-year-old, blowing gently and seriously on her cheek. The sensation made the fine hairs on her face stand up, and a strange shiver ran down her spine.

Jamison noticed her reaction. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“N–nothing…” she said, avoiding his gaze.

But Dr. Ludwig was no fool. Seeing the shift in her mood, a sly smile touched his lips. He blew a couple more times before leaning in, his handsome face drawing closer, and gently kissing her soft, pink lips.

“Mmm…” Ivy frowned, instinctively leaning back, but his hand was already at the nape of her neck, holding her in place.

Ivy had just eaten fruit, and her mouth tasted sweet. Jamison hadn’t been intimate with his wife in two days, and the kiss ignited a fire between them, their passion flaring instantly.

He lost control, pulling the woman who had just left his lap back towards him. Ivy, in perfect sync, opened her legs and straddled his waist.

Jamison was very tall, with long legs and equally long arms. He could easily encircle her slender frame. Ivy had never said it out loud, but she loved being held like this; it made her feel delicate and incredibly secure.

Jamison saw the change in her expression and gave a faint, sexy smile. Maintaining their position, he lifted her, continuing to kiss her as he walked toward the master bedroom.

On the rug by the sofa, her phone screen was still open to her WhatsApp chat. Katrina, seeing that her friend had suddenly gone silent, sent a question mark.

There was no reply.

Katrina understood. “Ditching friends for a guy,” she muttered to herself.

Her words were overheard by the man emerging from the bathroom. He paused, a towel in his hands. “What was that? Who’s ditching friends for a guy?”

“You, obviously. Who else?”

Naylor Wilson scoffed. “Me? I’m ditching friends for a guy? You’re the one benefiting, and you’re still complaining?”

“I’m not complaining. I’m quite happy about it, actually,” Katrina said, immediately flattering him.

Her words made Naylor laugh. He tossed the towel aside and pounced on her, trapping her beneath him. “I’ve been gone for a few days. Did you miss me?”

He had just returned from a week-long business trip. He had wanted to see her during the day, but a mountain of work was waiting for him at the office. He had to suppress his longing until the evening, when he could finally summon his girlfriend for her “duties.”

Chapter 833

Katrina looked up at his handsome, roguish face and smiled radiantly. “I missed you so much I couldn’t sleep. I’ve even got dark circles to prove it.”