Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 287

Seeing the call connect, Ivy told Alaric:

"Mr. Foster, something came up at home and I might be a couple of days late getting back. I'll have to trouble you to keep Stella company for a little longer."

Hearing Ivy's voice finally come through the speaker, the heavy anxiety hanging in Alaric's chest completely evaporated.

The fact that she could call proved she was perfectly fine.

But since he had driven all the way out here, he absolutely had to see her.

Alaric asked, "Where exactly is your house? Send me your location, or you can come find me."

Ivy was entirely bewildered. "What? You... you want to come to my house?"

It was only then that Alaric remembered their marriage was a secret. He was the one who refused to make their relationship public, so under what identity could he possibly show up at her family's home?

Ultimately, he opted to send Ivy his own location first, speaking in a deep voice:

"Come find me. I'm on a business trip out here."

He couldn't exactly admit he had driven all this way specifically to find her, so he used a business trip as a convenient excuse.

Ivy received the location he sent.

Tapping on it, she was utterly shocked.

She asked in disbelief:

"You... you're in Silverton?"

Alaric gave a low hum of confirmation. Spotting a hotel right across the street, he casually provided her with its name.

"Come over. I'll wait for you here."

Ivy was stunned.

Why on earth would Mr. Foster be on a business trip in their tiny, rundown county town?

Did his massive corporation actually have projects out here?

Despite finding it completely unbelievable, considering the man had traveled all the way to her local town, Ivy couldn't exactly leave him hanging.

He was, after all, her financial backer.

After hanging up, Ivy hiked back down the mountain, told her sisters, and asked Caleb to take her into town on his motorcycle.

Arriving at the hotel Alaric had named, Ivy called him again.

He provided her with his room number.

Following the numbers, Ivy quickly found herself standing in front of his door, knocking softly.

The door swung open, and she was met with a man dressed in a casual suit, his expression heavily lined with exhaustion.

Ivy genuinely couldn't believe Foster Group had any operations in this area, let alone ones requiring him to personally inspect them.

Seeing her own husband in her decrepit hometown made Ivy feel a bit awkward, and she asked politely:

"I have no appetite."

He patted the empty space beside him on the sofa. "Come sit."

Ivy couldn't figure this man out, but she walked over and took a seat.

Alaric stared intensely at her. They hadn't seen each other in three days, and now that she was finally by his side, an overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms surged through him.

But his stubborn pride held him back.

In the end, he simply sat there and told Ivy.

"Order some takeout for me. I don't want to go out."

"What?"

Ivy looked at him in surprise.

She got the distinct feeling that he had something weighing heavily on his mind and was deeply unhappy.

And a man of his stature actually ate takeout?

It was genuinely hard to imagine.

Ivy explained, "Takeout here isn't very good. You have to go to the physical restaurants to actually taste the authentic local flavors."

Since he had made the grueling trip out here, she naturally wanted to play the gracious host and treat him to their regional delicacies.