Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 289

Staring at the devastatingly handsome face magnified before her eyes, Ivy was completely stunned.

When had Mr. Foster become so aggressively dominant?

Wasn't he usually a perfect, refined gentleman?

While she desperately missed him and wanted to be close to him too.

The moment she remembered he was cheating on her, Ivy's heart shattered into a million agonizing pieces.

She completely refused to have any further physical contact with him.

She struggled in blatant rejection, her face etched with profound unhappiness.

Sensing her resistance, Alaric respectfully released her, his voice slightly hoarse:

"You're unwilling?"

Still trapped on his lap, securely restrained by his grip.

Avoiding his intense gaze, she lowered her head, her cheeks flushed scarlet as she said with deep grievance:

"You already have someone else, so why are you doing this to me?"

Alaric was utterly bewildered.

He had someone else?

Where the hell did this 'someone else' come from?

Realizing this foolish girl was talking about Mason, Alaric felt a suffocating blockage in his chest. Unable to hold back, he reached up and pinched her delicate cheek.

"Are you talking about Mason?"

Ivy didn't deny it, still actively trying to pry herself off his lap.

"I know I have no right to judge you, but I have my dignity. Let me go right now."

Alaric was so furious he almost laughed, locking his arms around her to keep her firmly in place.

"You don't know whether I like men or not? Which eye of yours ever saw me having that kind of relationship with Mason? Or do you just assume I'm sleeping with absolutely anyone who stands next to me?"

What on earth was running through this little girl's head all day long?

He could understand her being wary of Elena.

But accusing him of being involved with Mason was something Alaric simply could not accept.

"Aren't you?"

Ivy lifted her head to meet his gaze, her delicate face incredibly serious.

"No."

But she genuinely couldn't control herself.

Besides, that father had never given her a shred of love. Now that he was dead, why should she be required to observe mourning for him?

Ivy suddenly became incredibly proactive.

Her fiery enthusiasm left Alaric immensely satisfied. Ignoring the food entirely, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her straight to the massive bed.

Afterward.

Ivy hid shyly beneath the covers, asking in a soft, melted voice:

"Are you really out here on a business trip? Our tiny county town couldn't possibly have any projects worthy of your company."

Her rural town simply wasn't worth the investment of a major corporate CEO.

Ivy remained highly suspicious of Mr. Foster's true motives for appearing here.

Alaric was in an unimaginably fantastic mood.

He turned on his side, pulled her back into his arms, and rubbed affectionately against her head.

He genuinely hadn't felt this profoundly satisfied in a very long time.

Although he was still hungry for more, knowing his little wife was reluctant and couldn't handle another round, he forced himself to hold back for now.