Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 259

Research human anatomy?

What was that supposed to mean?

Ivy was completely bewildered.

Seeing her frozen in place, Alaric's patience evaporated. "So you plan on never getting into my bed again?"

He truly couldn't decipher this little wife of his.

When he was physically incapable, she spent every other night trying to seduce him, throwing out endless hints and actively trying to please him.

Now that he was finally cured and capable, she was suddenly indifferent.

"I didn't say that."

Ivy quietly denied his accusation.

After hesitating for a moment, she obediently climbed onto the mattress and settled in beside him.

But she was nowhere near as proactive as before.

She simply lay there, radiating annoyance, her displeasure clearly written across her delicate face.

Alaric stared down at her.

Because she had just stepped out of the shower, the floral scent of her soap lingered heavily in the air.

Just looking at her fresh, natural beauty was enough to make his throat run dry and his stomach muscles tighten with anticipation.

This time, he didn't need Ivy to make the first move. Alaric reached out, cupping her cheek, and leaned down to capture her lips.

Ivy completely froze.

By the time her brain processed what was happening, she was utterly stunned.

She never expected Mr. Foster to take the initiative tonight.

Let alone be this wildly passionate.

Caught entirely off guard, she found herself swept up and pinned firmly against the mattress.

Not wanting to ruin the atmosphere, Ivy eagerly closed her eyes, melting into the overwhelming pleasure the man was giving her.

The facts proved that Elena's antidote was the real deal.

Tonight, Alaric was fully back in action.

But he couldn't afford to be careless just yet.

Afterward, Alaric slipped out of bed, tied a robe around his waist, and stepped out onto the balcony to call Mason.

"Keep her distracted for a bit longer. I'll have the hospital run tests on Stella tomorrow after we administer her dose. If she's completely clear, call the police and have that woman locked up immediately."

Elena deserved no mercy. Prison was entirely too good for her.

Right now, all she wanted to do was collapse and black out. She refused to open her eyes, no matter who was calling her.

Alaric was a massive neat freak. Giving her no choice, he scooped Ivy into his arms and carried her straight into the bathroom.

Perhaps knowing he had pushed her past her limits, he took charge of washing her down himself, gently toweling her off before carrying her back to the bed.

"Go to sleep. A good night's rest and you'll feel fine tomorrow."

Ivy didn't even have the energy to mumble a reply. The second her head hit the pillow, she was out cold in less than three seconds.

She had no idea how long she slept.

When she finally woke up, the house was completely empty.

Ivy slowly dragged herself downstairs. Remembering she was supposed to take Stella to the hospital for her tests, but seeing no one around, she quickly dialed Mr. Foster's number.

When he answered, she immediately demanded,

"Didn't you want me to take Stella to the hospital? Where did she and Mrs. Gable go?"

Alaric replied smoothly,

"You were far too exhausted, so I let you rest. I had Mrs. Gable take her to the hospital instead."

He was actually quite smug about his performance from the night before.