The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 1041

The bedroom was overflowing with festive romantic touches, the sight alone enough to make her heart soar as if she had stepped into a paradise of pure happiness.

Seeing her stunned expression, Naylor Wilson turned back with a smile and asked, "What do you think? Do you like it?"

"Did... did you set this up yourself?"

"More or less," he said. "After we tied the knot this morning, I told you I had to head to the office, but I actually came back here to decorate the bridal suite. I had a little help, of course. You wanted to keep things low-profile with the public and hold off on the big reception, but you never said we had to be low-key at home. We still need a proper sense of occasion."

Naylor's smile was a mix of mesmerizing charm and quiet pride. He leaned in, his handsome face brushing against hers as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Happy wedding day, honey."

Katrina Lester's heart raced. Her chest was so full of intense love that she didn't know how to express it. Following her instincts, she turned around and threw her arms tightly around his neck. "Happy wedding day, my wonderful husband!"

Seeing how much she loved it made Naylor's smile widen. They melted into each other, sharing a deep, lingering kiss.

But Naylor lost his footing. As they kissed and spun around, their center of gravity shifted, and they both tumbled onto the massive bed...

The night faded into a passionate dawn, marking the beginning of their forever.

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After the wedding, Katrina practically glowed, her beauty amplifying by the day.

As Ivy Windsor put it, she looked like a flower thoroughly nourished by sunshine and rain, blooming more vibrantly with each passing morning.

Katrina flushed at the compliment, covering her cheeks. "Oh, stop it. You're talking about yourself."

Ivy waved a dismissive hand. "Give me a break. I'm currently being destroyed by two infants. I'm just grateful I haven't aged ten years overnight."

Even though Jamison Ludwig was an incredibly responsible house husband, and despite having night nannies and housekeepers, twins were still twins. They cried and fussed day and night. As a mother, it was impossible to just wash her hands of it completely; she always had to worry.

Katrina looked at her with envy. "So many people dream of having your kind of blessing."

Ivy caught the underlying meaning in her words. "What's wrong? Are you two rushing to get pregnant and nothing's happening?"

"We're not exactly rushing, but it's just..."

Katrina stopped mid-sentence.

She had thought getting pregnant would be incredibly simple.

She figured she was young and healthy, and Naylor was fit and strong. Given their frequency lately, she assumed they would hit the jackpot on the first try.

But yesterday, her period had arrived right on schedule.

When you're mentally prepared to become a mother, seeing that time of the month arrive comes with a heavy dose of disappointment.

When she told Naylor, he was completely relaxed about it. "What's the rush? Maybe it'll happen next month."

That night, after taking a shower, Katrina remembered something she needed to do for work. She went to the living room, grabbed her laptop, and brought it back to bed to rush through some paperwork.

When Naylor stepped out of the bathroom and saw her working in bed, he couldn't help but complain. "Is your job more important than your husband?"

"Just a few minutes, I'll be done soon," Katrina coaxed him softly.

Naylor pulled back the covers and climbed into bed, chatting casually. "How has Willa been these past two days? My company has been swamped lately, so I haven't had time to visit. Let's go over there for dinner this weekend."

"Yeah, that's fine. My mom is doing okay. She knows you're busy with work, so you don't need to force a visit if you're swamped." Katrina kept typing on her keyboard as she spoke.

Lying beside her alone, Naylor felt a bit bored. As he settled in, his desires flared. His large hand discreetly slipped over to Katrina's side and slid under the hem of her pajamas.

Katrina's waist was her most sensitive spot. The moment he touched her, an unbearable, ticklish spark shot through her, making her flinch instinctively. "What are you doing?"

"How much longer?" Naylor turned onto his side, burying his face against her, deeply inhaling her intoxicating scent.

Katrina didn't answer the question directly. Instead, she shyly reminded him, "It's my time of the month. It's only been two days and you already can't hold back?"

"Who said I was asking about that? I'm asking how long until you're done with work. I'm tired."

"If you're tired, go to sleep first. I probably need another fifteen minutes."

Naylor opened his mouth to speak again, but she cut him off. "Ugh, stop talking to me, you're distracting me."