Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 174

Mrs. Gable spotted her and smiled teasingly.

"Good morning, ma'am. Sleep well?"

Mortified, Ivy kept her head down and silently took a seat in the dining room.

Mrs. Gable brought over a freshly prepared breakfast and continued.

"Mr. Foster personally dropped Stella off at preschool this morning. He explicitly told me not to wake you so you could sleep in. But from the looks of it, you're exhausted. Why don't you eat a little something and head back to bed?"

Ivy looked up. "No, thank you. I actually need to head out soon."

"Alright then. It's wonderful seeing you two getting along so well lately. Keep it up. As long as you keep him happy, your life here will only get better."

Mrs. Gable offered a gentle reminder.

Ivy focused on her food, chewing silently.

She wondered if it was just her imagination.

But it really felt like Alaric might actually care about her.

Why else would he kiss her with such desperation last night?

He had even carried her to the shower afterward.

And the hushed words he whispered against her skin were softer than she had ever heard from him.

Just thinking about it made her cheeks flush crimson, a warm flutter blooming in her chest.

Plus, for the first time, she hadn't needed to sneak emergency contraception today.

After finishing her meal, Ivy pulled out her phone to text Alaric.

[I'm taking an extra day before heading back to work. I'm going to visit my sister today.]

He texted back almost instantly, though it was just a single word: [Okay.]

Ivy smiled, more than satisfied.

At least he wasn't leaving her on read anymore.

She made her way to Metropolitan General.

Stepping into Gemma's room, she immediately spotted Hazel sitting by the bed.

Her expression instantly darkened, and she marched over with a deep scowl.

She reached out, tugging at Ivy's sleeve with a desperate whisper.

"Please forgive me. We didn't know what kind of man you married! We were just terrified you were trapped in a miserable situation, so of course we thought helping you escape with your ex was the right thing to do."

Ivy glanced over at Gemma.

She supposed it made sense. She was the one who had kept her marriage a secret and never introduced them to her husband.

In their minds, she had been sold off to some shady older man with a kid.

It was easy to assume he was abusive or flawed.

How could they possibly know the truth?

That the man she married was gorgeous, wealthy, and commanded unmatched authority in the city.

But she had signed an ironclad agreement with him. No one was allowed to know they were married.

Feeling a headache coming on, Ivy looked at both of her sisters.

"I will say this one last time. My husband treats me incredibly well, and he is extremely generous. You do not need to worry about me."