Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 307

Ivy and Toby finished packing his belongings, but just as they were about to get into the car, Alaric stepped in front of Toby and gestured to the front seat.

"You sit up front."

Toby was confused, but intimidated by the powerful, freezing aura radiating from his sister's "friend."

Not daring to utter a single word, he obediently climbed into the passenger seat.

Alaric pulled open the rear door, chivalrously allowing Ivy to slide in first.

Ivy didn't object.

But she couldn't help thinking the man was acting incredibly childish.

He seriously wouldn't even let her brother sit next to her.

Especially since, the moment Alaric slid in beside her, he secretly laced his fingers through hers, hiding their joined hands from Toby's view.

Ivy stared at him.

She wanted to ask him what exactly he thought he was doing. Wasn't he afraid her brother would notice?

Or did he find this sneaky, secret affection more thrilling?

Alaric stubbornly stared out the window, refusing to let anyone see the expression on his face.

Only he knew the truth: ever since Ivy had narrowly escaped death, he felt a compulsive need to keep her tethered firmly by his side.

It was the only thing that settled his racing heart.

Seeing that he was giving her the silent treatment, Ivy simply let it go.

When they arrived at the new apartment in town, Alaric spoke up as they were getting out of the car.

"If you're really worried about your brother, you can just tell him to pack his bags and come with us."

Since the boy was his wife's younger brother, Alaric was more than willing to make arrangements for him.

But Ivy refused again, asking Alaric to wait downstairs while she walked Toby up to the apartment.

As they walked up the stairs, Ivy spoke to her brother.

"It's not that I don't want to take you with me. But you still have school here, and I have to take care of Gemma. If I drag you to a strange new city and don't have the time to look after you, you'll be even more miserable."

Besides, Alaric had already done more than enough for her.

She couldn't just exploit his generosity simply because she wore the title of his wife.

Especially since their marriage had an expiration date.

This was the perfect opportunity for him to finally learn how to stand on his own two feet.

She would still call him regularly to check in.

Knowing his sister was leaving, Toby was overwhelmed by grief, dropping his head as he burst into tears again.

Ivy's eyes burned, and she reached out to hug him tight.

"Take care of yourself. I'm leaving."

With that, she forcefully pushed him away and walked out, letting the door click shut behind her.

"Ivy..."

Toby sobbed, rushing to the door. But instead of throwing it open, he simply pressed himself against the wood and wailed.

Ivy's footsteps faltered.

Even through the heavy door, she could hear the sheer vulnerability in her brother's cries.

Unable to fight the crushing ache in her chest, tears spilled from her eyes.

She knew perfectly well how terrifying it was to leave a fifteen-year-old boy behind. He had never been alone a day in his life, and she knew he was going to struggle.