Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 302

When he had rushed back to the hotel and seen Ivy huddled weakly at his door, no one could possibly understand the overwhelming thrill of regaining what he thought he had lost forever.

Just like right now, looking at Ivy so vividly alive and breathing right in front of him.

He desperately wanted to pull her into his arms again.

Yet he forced himself to rein it in.

He needed to temper his emotions, or else the stoic, composed persona he prided himself on would completely shatter.

Instead, it was Ivy who completely disregarded boundaries, throwing herself into his arms, hugging him tight, and playfully complaining.

"I barely escape with my life, and instead of comforting me, the first thing you do is lecture me."

"Are you my husband or what?"

She was well aware that the transactional nature of their marriage meant they weren't supposed to have typical romantic feelings for each other.

But in this moment, she just wanted to be a little fragile. She wanted something to lean on. She wanted to feel cherished, like an innocent, ordinary girl.

Since Alaric wasn't exactly the type to whisper sweet nothings, she decided to take matters into her own hands and demand what she needed.

Alaric's heart melted completely.

He lifted his hand and gently rubbed Ivy's back.

His voice was low and husky. "No more reckless stunts like that, you hear me?"

Hearing that he was still using his lecturing tone, Ivy pouted. "I know."

"Does it still hurt anywhere?"

Alaric was genuinely worried about her.

When he had held her in his sleep, he hadn't even dared to hold her too tightly.

Ivy shook her head. "Being wrapped up in your arms like this makes the pain go away. But we need to get out of here as soon as possible. If Beatrice's people find out we're here, they might send someone to drag me back."

She knew Alaric was incredibly powerful.

But even a billionaire couldn't easily take down local thugs on their own turf, and her aunt's family essentially ruled this area.

Besides, Alaric wanted their marriage kept a secret.

She didn't want him getting hurt because of her.

Alaric replied with a slow, deliberate drawl.

He didn't want her bleeding heart taking over, feeling sorry for her mother and begging him to let her off the hook.

Hearing this, Ivy simply scoffed.

"Even if you hadn't put her behind bars, I would have found a way to do it myself. No mother in the world should be that vicious."

But with her mother in prison, her brother was the only one left at home.

Would Toby be able to take care of himself?

Ivy thought about going back to give him some money so he could finish school properly.

Just then, Leo's voice drifted in from the door.

"Boss, Mrs. Foster, the food is ready."

Ivy's stomach gave a loud rumble. Hearing that food was waiting, she pushed away her thoughts and scrambled out of bed.

Watching her clumsy, eager movements, Alaric's eyes overflowed with undeniable warmth and fondness.

Thank God. Thank God she had made it back alive.

And the shattered, agonizing pain in his chest that had tortured him for the past day finally began to ease.