Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 281

Ivy looked at the man in front of her, wondering what right she had to care about a single word he said.

To prevent him from seeing that she had genuinely invested her feelings into this marriage, she had to feign the same utter indifference he showed.

"No, how could someone like me possibly deserve your affection? You were just speaking your mind, and I won't take it to heart."

Alaric stared at her, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself.

Ivy had no desire to stay in his presence any longer. She gave a small nod.

"If Mr. Foster has nothing else for me, I'll head downstairs. I'm a bit hungry."

She walked around him.

Alaric turned and watched her slender back, an inexplicable wave of annoyance washing over him at her words.

So, in the eyes of his little wife, was money the only thing that mattered?

As long as he paid her, she could brush off absolutely everything, regardless of what he said or did.

Alaric couldn't understand why his chest felt so tight.

He was the one who refused to make their relationship public, and he was the one who had openly admitted he didn't like her.

Yet, seeing her total lack of care made him incredibly upset.

He figured he must be losing his mind.

In the dining room.

Ivy ignored the presence of the two men, placed some food on Stella's plate, and kept her head down as she ate in silence.

Mason swept a cold glance over her, feeling that Alaric was far too attentive and treated this Ivy girl way too specially.

Not only did he take her out for fun, but he also allowed her to dine at the same table.

How was this any different from treating her like a girlfriend?

The two of them were definitely hooking up behind closed doors.

Mason pulled his thoughts back and told Alaric, "I'll be staying at your place for a few days."

He had no intention of spending every day with that woman, Elena. The mere thought of her made him sick.

Giving that woman the cold shoulder for a while and making her anxious would ultimately make her much more obedient.

Alaric didn't refuse. "Stay as long as you want."

He glanced at Mrs. Gable and instructed the housekeeper to prep a guest room.

Sitting nearby, Ivy suddenly remembered what Ethan had told her before.

To her shock, Mr. Foster simply pushed the door open and walked straight into the nursery.

Ivy lay in bed, staring at him in sheer horror, completely at a loss for words.

Alaric glanced at the child, noting that the little girl was sleeping peacefully on one side of the bed. Where exactly was she clinging to Ivy?

He shot Ivy a frosty glare. "If you don't want to come back to the master bedroom, then never come back."

He wasn't the type to force someone against their will.

If she didn't want to be intimate with him anymore, a proud man like him certainly wasn't going to beg.

Alaric spun on his heel and walked out, his back radiating a freezing indifference.

Ivy felt like Mr. Foster was throwing another one of his tantrums.

She lay in bed, pondering and hesitating.

What would happen if she never returned to the master bedroom?

Would Mr. Foster divorce her, kick her out, fire her from Metropolitan General, and throw her sister onto the streets too?

Remembering the extra $1,000,000 compensation sitting in her bank account, she realized that even if she were kicked out, she could easily afford her sister's medical bills.

Ivy suddenly felt that having money gave her an unwavering sense of security, which meant that not going back to the master bedroom was perfectly fine.