Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 284

The call connected, but it was Mr. Miller's voice that came through the receiver.

"What is it?"

The man asked impatiently.

Ivy felt a sharp sting in her chest. Steadying her emotions, she said:

"I'm looking for Mr. Foster. Can you put him on the phone?"

Mason's voice remained incredibly cold. "He's taking a shower and it's inconvenient right now. Tell me what's going on, and I'll pass the message along."

Ivy was rendered speechless.

Mr. Foster was taking a shower?

Showering first thing in the morning?

If they hadn't been doing that sort of thing, who would wake up early in the morning just to shower?

Realizing that neither man had come home last night, they had definitely spent the night in a hotel and engaged in that exact activity.

Ivy felt a wave of disgust.

Suppressing the nausea rising within her, she spoke in a somber tone:

"I have to take a trip back to my hometown and will likely be gone for three days. I'll have Mrs. Gable watch Stella, so if you two aren't busy tonight, please come back and keep her company."

Without waiting for a response, Ivy quickly hung up the phone.

While she had nothing against two men being together.

If one of those men was her own husband, it truly made her skin crawl.

Meanwhile, at the hotel.

Alaric was indeed taking a shower.

After Mason left the night before, he had gone to a club and drank heavily.

He got completely wasted and ended up throwing up all over Alaric.

Alaric had brought him back to the hotel, and although he had changed clothes last night, the lingering smell remained.

Given his severe OCD, Alaric woke up feeling the scent was still too overpowering, so he headed into the bathroom to shower and change once again.

They had stayed in a presidential suite last night, sleeping in separate bedrooms.

Waking up with a splitting headache, Mason had just stepped out of his room to grab a glass of water when he heard the phone ringing on the coffee table.

He had relayed the exact truth to Ivy.

Now, seeing Alaric walk out with a towel wrapped around his waist while rubbing his wet hair, Mason spoke without hiding anything:

Mason, who still had collaborative projects with Alaric, tagged along.

While Ivy was keeping Stella company in the living room, she saw the two men walk in together.

And in just one glance, she spotted a glaring hickey on Mr. Miller's neck.

Ivy's heart was instantly flooded with a suffocating wave of despair and sourness.

She murmured a few parting words to Stella, stood up, and addressed Alaric in an icy tone.

"Mr. Foster, I'll be leaving Stella with you two for the next couple of days. I have some business to attend to in my hometown."

Seeing her treat him with such freezing indifference yet again left Alaric feeling extremely irritated.

Still, he casually asked, "Where is your hometown?"

"The countryside. A place you couldn't even find on a map."

Ivy had no desire to say another word to him and headed upstairs to grab her luggage.

Alaric stared at her retreating back.

He genuinely felt that his little wife was respecting him less and less.

Was he spoiling her too much, or did she simply feel she no longer needed to please him now that she had money?