Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 230

But why?

Why was he intimately tangled up with Elena?

Ivy's mind aggressively replayed the sickening image in the hallway. She curled into a ball on the cold bench, weeping until her voice gave out.

The next morning.

Alaric slowly regained consciousness.

He found himself slumped against the foot of the bed, his wrist still tightly lashed to the bedpost with his silk tie.

His head throbbed violently, his mind a complete blank as he struggled to piece together the events of the previous night.

But the streaks of lipstick smeared across his chest told him enough.

Someone had aggressively tried to force themselves on him.

Shaking off the heavy lethargy, Alaric untied himself, dragged his battered body into the bathroom, and aggressively scrubbed the evidence off his skin.

The moment he stepped out of the bedroom, he spotted Mrs. Gable picking up clothes scattered across the hallway.

He instantly recognized his own suit jacket, tangled up with a woman's dress and lingerie.

A jolt of shock hit him.

"What is going on?" he demanded. "Why are there women's clothes all over my hallway?"

Mrs. Gable looked up, clutching the fabric in horror. "Sir, don't you remember? These are your clothes and Dr. Sinclair's. Last night, did you two..."

Mrs. Gable couldn't finish the thought.

She had caught a bug yesterday and taken a heavy dose of cold medicine, passing out early in the evening.

When she came upstairs this morning to check on Stella, she had stumbled upon this scandalous mess.

And the clothes unmistakably belonged to Alaric and Elena.

Knowing Ivy wasn't home, the housekeeper felt deeply outraged on her behalf that Alaric would act so recklessly with another woman.

"I absolutely did not. I would never touch another woman," Alaric growled.

He knew damn well that he had woken up fully clothed from the waist down.

He hadn't compromised himself with Elena.

An urgent realization struck him, and he stalked to his study to review the security footage.

On the screen, he watched himself staggering unsteadily up the stairs.

Just as he neared his bedroom, Elena slipped out of the nursery to intercept him. He aggressively shoved her away, but she threw herself right back at him.

Otherwise, he never would have allowed that woman to latch onto him like that.

It was definitely chemical interference.

Mrs. Gable immediately dropped her head, her voice trembling. "Sir, please do not accuse me! I would never dare drug you! Dr. Sinclair must have done it herself!"

"Then drag Elena in here."

Alaric commanded.

If he didn't tear that woman limb from limb today, his name wasn't Alaric Foster.

She had the audacity to drug him and continuously throw herself at him.

She was truly asking to be destroyed.

Mrs. Gable nodded frantically and practically sprinted out of the room to locate Elena.

Forcing his rage down to a simmer, Alaric picked up his phone and dialed Ivy's number.

At that exact moment, Ivy was already at Foster Medical Center, forcing herself to focus on her shift.

Seeing Alaric's name flash on the caller ID.

The sickening visual of him tangled with Elena flashed in her mind, and with a swipe of her thumb, she coldly rejected the call.