Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 263

Hearing Alaric threaten her job, Ivy panicked and quickly agreed.

"Fine, I'm coming back. I'll be there right away."

He was a total cold-blooded capitalist, always threatening to cut off her income at the drop of a hat.

Money was her lifeline.

She would do absolutely anything to secure her financial independence.

Ivy hung up the phone and walked back to her sisters.

"I have to leave. You two stay here at the hospital, and call me if anything happens."

Hazel immediately asked, "Ivy, who was on the phone? Was it your husband?"

"Gemma and I really want to meet him. I'm not heading back to campus until tomorrow, so see if we can all grab dinner tonight!"

Ivy had checked Gemma into this top-tier hospital, and the medical bills had to be astronomical.

Yet Ivy didn't seem the least bit stressed about the costs.

Had her husband given her a fortune?

Thinking about this unseen brother-in-law who was over a decade older than Ivy and already had a child,

They were desperate to know what he looked like. Was he old, overweight, ugly, and balding?

If Ivy was sacrificing herself just to provide for them, they would feel terribly guilty.

They needed to meet him, no matter what.

Gemma chimed in,

"Ivy, just talk to him. Let's all have dinner together!"

They didn't have to visit her house and cause any inconvenience.

But as her sisters, surely they had the right to see the man she married.

Otherwise, they seriously suspected Ivy was lying to them.

Maybe for the sake of money, she had actually married a hideous, short, and fat old man.

Ivy looked at her sisters with a sense of helplessness.

She didn't turn on the lights, stepping quietly deeper into the house.

As she approached the master bedroom, she heard the sound of running water coming from the en-suite bathroom.

Knowing Alaric was likely in there and fully aware of his intentions, she sat on the sofa in the sitting area, her heart inexplicably racing.

They had already been intimate so many times.

Her thoughts drifted. If she asked Alaric to come out for dinner and meet her sisters, would he agree?

She wasn't certain, but based on how they had been getting along recently, she sensed that he did like her a little.

So, she found herself genuinely looking forward to his answer.

When Alaric stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his gaze landed on the girl sitting on the sofa.

She had been obedient and come straight back.

Highly satisfied, he walked over, stood in front of her, and took her hand, leading her directly toward the massive bed.

Ivy watched his every move. Even though she knew his body well, the anticipation of what was about to happen still brought a flush to her cheeks.