Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 206

Alaric stared her down, leaving no room for argument. "Did you think that $500,000 allowance came with no strings attached?"

With one sentence, Ivy was brutally slammed back to reality.

So, the money was literally buying her 'wifely duties'?

In his mind, every time they slept together, it was just a transaction?

Had it never crossed his mind that they could just let things happen naturally, driven by passion, without a price tag attached?

Ivy felt a sudden, violent pull in her chest, as if her heart was being ripped apart.

"What are you staring at? Go get it."

Alaric's voice dropped to a cold command.

No matter how hurt she was, Ivy obediently got up to fetch it.

Tossing it onto the mattress, she refused to look at him, trying to plead her case.

"Can I just have one night off? My body really can't take it."

The truth was, she didn't want to do it at all.

She had zero mood for it.

Her heart was aching too much.

She was terrified that forcing it would ruin the experience for both of them and leave behind emotional scars.

Alaric wasn't exactly desperate for sex either.

Seeing that Ivy was genuinely unwilling and clearly upset, his own mood completely evaporated.

As he lay back down, he shot her a freezing glare.

"Remember your place. Who I spend my time with and what my relationships are is absolutely none of your business."

Alaric genuinely felt he had been far too lenient with her lately.

It had made her bold, constantly pushing boundaries until she completely forgot her standing.

Listening to his harsh words, waves of suffocating despair crashed against Ivy's chest.

She turned to look at him. He was already lying down, his chiseled, handsome face masked in a layer of frost that made her shiver.

Ivy felt deeply wronged. She opened her mouth to argue back.

But fear stopped her. What if she enraged him and he demanded the money back?

She already had the cash; why should she care who he messed around with?

Money was the only medicine that could cure her now.

Without a single complaint, Ivy picked herself up and crawled right back into bed.

This time, she wised up. She shimmied directly into the man's embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

Alaric was speechless. "..."

Staring at the woman who had suddenly plastered herself against him, he fought the bizarre urge to bite her.

He knew it. You give her an inch, and she takes a mile.

Having figured out her personality, Alaric rested a hand casually on her slender waist and muttered a warning.

"Loosen up. Are you trying to strangle me?"

In response, Ivy 'accidentally' pinched him hard.

As he lowered his gaze to glare at her, clearly about to explode, she quickly threw on a syrupy, apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to. I thought I was pinching my own arm!"

Alaric obviously didn't buy a word of her nonsense. In retaliation, he pinched her waist right back.

Ivy's face scrunched up in pain, cursing him out violently in her head:

What a petty, vengeful bastard! He pinched so hard it practically bruised her!