Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 159

Knowing her face was still horribly swollen, Ivy couldn't bring herself to go inside.

She didn't want to worry Mrs. Gable and Stella.

But with nowhere else to go, she simply squatted by the front door.

She planned to wait until both of them were asleep before sneaking in.

However, before she could execute her plan, a pair of headlights cut through the darkness as a sleek sedan rolled slowly up the driveway.

The blinding white beams washed over her, forcing her to curl in on herself and squint tightly.

Inside the car, Leo looked completely confused.

"Boss, what is Mrs. Foster doing squatting out front by herself? Why isn't she inside?"

Sitting in the back seat, Alaric leaned forward.

Sure enough, there was Ivy huddled by the door.

Her silhouette was utterly desolate, frail and small as she hugged her knees to her chest, looking as pitiful as an abandoned puppy.

Seeing her like that, Alaric felt a sudden tightness in his chest, a sickening ache spreading through him.

He hadn't yet seen the video Summer uploaded to the internet.

So he still felt a sliver of sympathy for her.

He ordered Leo to kill the headlights and stepped out of the car.

He walked straight toward Ivy.

Seeing the blinding lights finally flip off, Ivy noticed someone stepping out of the vehicle.

She stood up to look.

Under the dim amber glow of the streetlamp, she instantly recognized Alaric.

Ivy had no idea if he had seen the video yet.

Standing there staring at him, her swollen little face was a picture of pure misery and heartbreak.

After a few days apart, Alaric genuinely believed he had numbed himself to his feelings for her.

But looking at her now, looking so utterly heartbroken and on the verge of tears, he was once again hit by the overwhelming illusion that he needed to march over, pull her into his arms, and become her sanctuary.

In the end, he held himself back.

Tall and imposing, Alaric stood before her, his voice noticeably gentler than usual.

Thankfully, he snapped out of it, drawing a few ragged breaths before awkwardly pulling her back and asking softly:

"What's wrong?"

Ivy kept her head down, violently wiping the tears from her eyes, her voice choked with emotion.

"Can we talk about it inside?"

Alaric agreed, stepping forward to unlock the door.

By now, Mrs. Gable had already taken Stella up to bed.

But the lights on the main floor were still on.

The couple walked in one after the other and headed upstairs.

The moment they stepped into the bedroom, Ivy bolted past Alaric and straight into the bathroom.

She quickly started the shower, desperate to wash up and ice the swelling on her face.

By the time Alaric turned around, he only caught the sight of her disappearing back, his heart suddenly clenching.

Just what exactly was this woman planning?