Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 291

Caught off guard, Ivy was surprised when his lips crashed over hers again.

She realized this older man had specifically come all this way just to find her.

But hadn't he said he wasn't interested in her?

Why was he suddenly so reluctant to let her go?

Remembering she needed to get back to her family, Ivy didn't dare linger in the rare warmth Mr. Foster was offering. Gently, she pushed him away.

"I'll order some takeout for you on my phone. Make sure you eat it. I have to head back now."

Alaric sat up and began getting dressed. "I'll drive you."

He had nothing else to do, anyway.

He figured he might as well go see where his little wife lived.

"Huh?"

Ivy was startled and quickly refused. "No, it's fine. The roads to my village are terrible, and your car is way too low to the ground. You'd never make it through."

He was the one who wanted to keep their marriage a secret.

If she brought him home, how was she supposed to explain him to her relatives?

If her family found out Mr. Foster's true identity, there was no telling how much they would harass him for money.

She absolutely could not take him home.

Alaric could tell Ivy didn't want him tagging along.

He didn't push the issue and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"Alright. Go on, then."

Noticing the faint disappointment in his eyes, Ivy leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, offering a bright smile.

"Wait for me. I'll come find you as soon as I'm done."

Satisfied, Alaric finally let her leave.

After she was gone, he raised a hand to brush against his own lips. That sweet, intoxicating sensation she always left behind blossomed in his chest once more.

A handsome, unconscious smile curved his mouth.

When Ivy arrived back at the house in the village, she could hear her relatives gossiping about her before she even walked through the door.

"That Ivy is so out of line. Her family is dealing with all this grief, and she sneaks off to fool around."

Deep down, they knew it too. All three girls were stunningly beautiful.

Yet Toby, their brother, was painfully average-looking.

Their parents were completely ordinary, too.

But the three sisters all had luminous skin and striking, gorgeous features.

It didn't match the Sawyer family genetics at all.

Gemma, pale and exhausted, chimed in weakly.

"Could we be adopted? But Mom and Dad are so obsessed with having a son. Why would they ever adopt three girls out of the goodness of their hearts?"

Ivy had actually considered this possibility before.

But she always dismissed it.

Their parents were viciously greedy and incredibly cheap. All they cared about was money.

They were the kind of people who would sell their own daughters for a quick buck.

If they weren't biologically related, their parents would have sold them off years ago. There was no way they would have kept them around this long.