Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 304

But she still wanted to double-check.

Once she was absolutely certain there was nothing romantic going on between them, she made a promise to herself.

Whether Alaric loved her or not, she was going to cherish every single moment she had by his side.

She had him now, and even if she lost him in the future, she wouldn't have any regrets.

Alaric glanced down at her, his dark eyes turning unreadable.

"If you ask me another stupid question like that, I'm going to get angry."

What exactly had he done to make this young woman think he and Mason Miller were involved in that kind of relationship?

He didn't deny that Mason was into men.

But the man Mason was in love with was Stella's late father.

Even if Mason really did have feelings for him, he would absolutely never give Mason the time of day.

"Oh."

Seeing that he was genuinely about to lose his temper, Ivy quickly backed down with a sweet, obedient tone.

She hugged his arm tighter, coaxing him playfully. "Don't be mad. I was just joking with you."

Alaric put on a cold front and gently pushed her away.

Ivy immediately plastered herself back against his side, her voice sugary sweet.

"Darling, I know I was wrong. I'll never ask you that kind of question again, okay?"

Alaric felt his resolve slipping.

After all, every time Ivy called him 'Darling,' his heart completely melted.

So when Ivy wrapped her arms around his bicep again, he didn't push her away.

But he sat perfectly straight, maintaining his aristocratic posture, and asked in a low, serious voice.

"If your life has been this hard, why didn't you ever tell me? And the reason you had to go home was because your father passed away. Did you really think that wasn't worth mentioning to me?"

Even though he was the one who had insisted on keeping their marriage a secret.

He was still her husband.

Even if he couldn't attend her father's funeral in person, he would have at least arranged for a substantial financial contribution.

Ivy's expression sobered up. "I genuinely didn't think it was necessary. Because growing up, I never knew what a father or mother's love felt like."

"He only got injured in that car crash because he was on his way to drag Hazel back to force her into a marriage. Honestly, I think even God couldn't stand to watch anymore and decided to punish him."

Besides, the man was dead.

No one would ever be able to bully her again.

Ivy tentatively laced her fingers through Alaric's, seeking out more of his grounding warmth.

For some reason, her eyes began to burn, and a lump formed in her throat.

She hadn't shed a single tear when her father died.

But right now, realizing that she had finally escaped that hellscape and found a sliver of peace, she couldn't fight the urge to cry.

She wanted to tell her younger self: You did incredibly well. Every freezing night you gritted your teeth and survived made you the brave, resilient person you are today.

Even though you're relying on Alaric right now.

If the day ever comes when you have to leave him, you will still live a brilliant, beautiful life.

"Why are you crying?"

Alaric noticed the tears sliding down Ivy's cheeks.

His chest tightened with a sharp pang of sympathy as he hurriedly reached out to wipe them away.