Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 303

Ivy walked over to the dining table, offered a polite word of thanks to Leo, and sat down before ravenously wolfing down her meal.

Alaric followed and took a seat across from her.

Watching his young wife eat with absolutely zero regard for table manners, he offered a gentle reminder.

"Slow down. Nobody is going to steal it from you."

Ivy reined it in, slowing her pace as she asked between bites.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

Alaric sat there in his dark pajamas, exuding a calm, understated elegance. Determined to uphold his refined image, he maintained his aristocratic posture, looking impossibly aloof.

Then Leo decided to open his mouth from the sidelines. "Boss, you haven't eaten a single thing in a day and a half. How can you not be hungry?"

Leo helpfully slid a set of silverware and a plate over to his boss.

Alaric shot him an icy glare.

Leo instantly shut his mouth and quietly backed away.

Sensing the truth, Ivy placed some food on Alaric's plate and probed gently.

"Were you really worried about me while I was gone? So worried you couldn't even eat?"

Alaric was, in fact, incredibly hungry, so he picked up his fork and began to eat with elegant, measured bites.

Refusing to admit how deeply he cared about his wife's safety, he muttered a low, "No."

"Oh? So you weren't worried about me?"

He didn't reply.

He just kept his head down and ate.

Ivy stared at him. Even if he refused to admit it, Leo's comment made it obvious that her husband had been terrified for her.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed all the way out to this remote town.

He wouldn't have thrown her mother and Beatrice's entire family into federal prison.

Stubborn man. Just admit you care about me and were terrified I was going to die.

Ivy felt a strange, delightful warmth blossoming in her chest as she continued putting food on his plate.

"You've done so much for me. Thank you. I really have no way to repay you, except to..."

She lowered her voice and breathed out softly, "Give myself to you."

Alaric lifted his gaze to look at her.

Ivy didn't refuse.

With Beatrice and her mother behind bars, even if the rest of her relatives found out she had married a billionaire, none of them would dare harass Alaric for money.

As for the others, they were probably too cowardly to even breathe in Alaric's direction!

Early the next morning.

Ivy changed her clothes and got into Alaric's car to head back to her rural hometown.

Leo drove them.

The couple sat side-by-side in the backseat.

For some reason, Alaric's hand naturally drifted over to clasp Ivy's soft, delicate hand, as if holding onto her was the only way he could feel truly at ease.

Seeing this, a warm feeling washed over Ivy.

She didn't pull away. Instead, she slid a little closer to him. And then a little closer.

Finally, she shamelessly rested her head on his shoulder and whispered softly.

"Are you absolutely sure there's nothing going on between you and Mason?"

Even though Alaric had explicitly stated before that he wasn't into men.