Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 310

"Thanks for your hard work these past few days."

Mason slumped onto the couch beside him, scoffing.

"If you actually gave a damn about how hard I worked, you wouldn't have disappeared for days. You did this on purpose."

"No."

Alaric's expression was cool but entirely serious. "I genuinely wanted you to spend time with Stella. To build a bond with her."

"What? Why?"

Mason stared at him, utterly confused.

Alaric stared back.

He desperately wanted to say: Because she is the daughter of the man you would have betrayed the entire world for.

But he was terrified Mason wouldn't be able to handle the truth, or worse, that Mason would accept it and try to forcefully take Stella away.

He decided it was better to wait until Stella was older and could make her own choices before revealing the secret.

"Because I think there's still hope for you. Maybe if you tried being a father, you'd act normal and actually be willing to interact with women."

Alaric wasn't joking.

Mason was the sole heir to the Miller family. If he refused to marry or have children, who was going to take over the empire?

His sister, Maisie Miller, was far too playful and entirely incapable of running the family business.

But Mason took massive offense to the comment.

"I know exactly what you're trying to do. Don't play the savior and try to fix me. I don't need it."

He stood up to leave.

But before he walked out the door, he stopped, turned back to Alaric, and asked with dead seriousness.

"Do you love Ivy?"

Alaric went silent.

He sat entirely still, his eyes drifting away from Mason as he processed the question.

Did he love Ivy?

He didn't even know what love was supposed to feel like.

But he knew he never wanted Ivy to leave. He couldn't bear the thought of her getting hurt.

When she cried, his chest physically ached. When she called him "Darling," a profound sense of euphoria washed over him.

Alaric couldn't categorize exactly what kind of emotion he was feeling for Ivy, so he chose not to answer Mason's question.

To Mason, the silence was a deafening confirmation.

A moment later, she felt weightless, as if she were flying through the air.

Realizing this was definitely not a dream, Ivy snapped awake. When she realized Alaric was carrying her out of the room, she looked completely bewildered.

Terrified of falling, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered furiously.

"What are you doing? Put me down! Mr. Miller is right down the hall."

"Just call him Mason."

Alaric smoothly corrected her. "I was worried you wouldn't sleep well in the kid's bed, so I'm taking you back to the master bedroom."

Ivy stared at him.

Who said she wasn't sleeping well?

She had been completely out cold, having a wonderful dream.

He was the one who had rudely interrupted it!

Still utterly confused, Ivy asked, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Alaric carried her straight back to his bed, playing dumb. "What do you mean? Go to sleep."

He pulled her firmly against his chest, finally feeling perfectly content as he closed his eyes.

Ivy was left entirely speechless.