Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 208

Alaric maintained a stoic expression, elegantly eating his breakfast without uttering a single word.

Gideon also ventured a guess, "Are you serious about her?"

Alaric shot him a brief glance but remained silent.

In his eyes, Ivy was certainly an appealing presence.

But she was entirely motivated by money.

As long as the price was right, she'd do whatever was asked of her.

There was no guarantee she wouldn't run off with the next person who waved a bigger check in her face.

Because of that, there was zero chance he would ever let himself develop real feelings for her.

"Alaric, she looks younger than me. Is she even legal? I didn't know you were into girls this young!"

Maisie couldn't resist teasing him further.

It proved men were all the same.

They all wanted an 18-year-old.

Alaric glanced at her, his tone perfectly flat.

"She initiated this. I didn't force her into anything."

To him, Ivy was indeed young.

A full ten years younger than him, to be exact.

But if Ivy herself didn't care about the age gap, why should he?

He had already accepted that he would never fall in love in this lifetime, yet he still had basic biological needs.

Since Ivy occupied the position of his wife, it was only natural that she fulfilled the duties of one.

Maisie clicked her tongue in disdain.

"So a girl throws herself at you, and you just accept? Do you not know how to say no? Be honest, you're into her. Otherwise, a man with your status would never let anyone force his hand."

"Maisie's right," Gideon chimed in.

Maisie shot Gideon a smirk. "See? You men really love to paint yourselves as victims."

Alaric refused to indulge them further, keeping his eyes glued to his plate.

Gideon took the hint and shut up.

But Maisie was a relentless gossip. She leaned in closer to Alaric, firing off questions.

"Come on, Alaric, how long have you two been together? Is she really just your secretary? She doesn't look like one. What kind of secretary dresses that casually?"

"I'm heading to the beach with my friends. Do you want to come?"

Ivy asked, "Is that girl going too?"

"Yeah."

"Then you guys go ahead. I'll pass."

Ivy refused, preferring out of sight, out of mind.

She was terrified that seeing another woman clinging to Mr. Foster would trigger a meltdown.

And when she melted down, she lost control, and when she lost control, she tended to hurl insults at him.

He was her sugar daddy. She couldn't afford to curse him out anymore.

Staying behind was the safest option.

"Suit yourself. Have fun on your own."

Alaric didn't push it. He stood up and walked right out the door.

Seeing how effortlessly he abandoned her, a hollow ache blossomed in Ivy's chest.

Leo quickly stepped in to intervene. "You should go with him! The whole reason the Boss brought you here was to show you off to his inner circle and make your existence known!"