Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 251

Even in bed, Ivy refused to settle down.

She wrapped her arms around Alaric's neck, showering his face with kisses before squinting at him with a goofy smile.

"Hubby, you're so handsome."

"I'm so crazy about you, Hubby."

"Let me kiss you a little more, okay?"

After speaking, she kept rubbing her tear-streaked face all over his.

Alaric pushed her away in disgust, his large hand completely covering Ivy's small face as he issued a cold warning.

"Ivy, stay back. Look at what a mess you are right now."

It was bad enough she looked a mess, but she was also getting her tears everywhere.

She was rubbing everything against him.

Alaric had never felt so exasperated in his entire life.

Pushed away, Ivy sat cross-legged on the mattress and burst into loud wails again.

"Waaah, my hubby doesn't love me! He thinks I'm gross! He doesn't like me... waaah!"

She cried for a bit, then threw a tantrum, pounding her fists relentlessly against the bed.

Alaric tossed aside his ruined vest, climbed onto the bed, and clamped a hand over Ivy's mouth once more.

"Stop making a scene, okay?"

His patience was completely wearing thin.

He would be an absolute fool if he ever allowed a drop of alcohol in the house again.

Ivy's eyes brimmed with tears as she blinked pitifully at him, nodding her head in eager obedience.

Alaric actually thought she had listened, but the moment he let go, she lunged forward to kiss him again.

Succeeding, she sat back with a triumphant giggle. "I just wanted to kiss you. You smell so good, so sweet."

Swallowing his temper, Alaric wiped the saliva off his cheek. Afraid she would throw another crying fit, he had no choice but to humor her.

"Fine, you can kiss me. But I need to go wash up now. Be a good girl and go to sleep. We can do more kissing tomorrow, alright?"

"Can I really kiss you tomorrow too?"

Ivy didn't quite believe him. She stared at him with wide, adorable eyes, blinking innocently.

Seeing her so animated, half of Alaric's frustration melted away. He answered patiently.

Originally, he had planned to sleep in another room. Yet, driven by some inexplicable impulse, he got onto the bed and pulled Ivy into his arms.

When Ivy woke up the next morning, the man was long gone from the pillow beside her.

Her head felt heavy, and her entire body ached.

She was as exhausted as if she had just run a ten-mile marathon.

She grabbed her phone and glanced at the screen: nine in the morning.

Realizing she had overslept, she scrambled out of bed to wash up.

Then she dashed straight toward Stella's room.

Seeing the room empty, she bolted downstairs.

Finding Mrs. Gable mopping the floor alone, Ivy asked sheepishly,

"Mrs. Gable, where is Stella?"

Mrs. Gable looked up at her. "Mr. Foster already took her to preschool."

"Huh?"

Ivy was stunned, asking in disbelief, "He came back last night?"