Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 323

Alaric felt that he had indeed been acting rather strangely lately.

But he was curious about what exactly his little wife was referring to.

He asked, "Changed how?"

Ivy was still smiling at him.

"You've changed a lot. Your face isn't always frozen over anymore. Sometimes, the tenderness you show Stella... you show it to me, too."

"But mostly, you treat me so much better now. You gave me a ring and sent me flowers."

It gave her the dizzying illusion that they were actually dating.

No, even when she was dating Patrick, she never felt this kind of heart-pounding butterflies.

Whatever it was, Alaric made her feel incredibly special.

She realized she was falling for him more and more each day.

"You're overthinking it."

Alaric released her hand and sat with his back ramrod straight, desperately trying to maintain the icy stoicism he prided himself on. He said in a deep voice,

"I only gave you those things because it seemed like a waste to throw them out. I didn't get them specifically for you."

Ivy didn't bother arguing with him.

Would a billionaire CEO really care about throwing away flowers and a diamond ring?

He had obviously prepared them just for her.

He was just too proud to admit it.

"Well, I don't care. I'm just liking you more and more."

Ivy affectionately wrapped her arms around his bicep, her voice laced with honey and playful charm.

Alaric listened, utterly pleased on the inside.

Yet he kept his posture rigid and offered a curt, "Mhm. Duly noted."

Seeing him still playing the arrogant executive, Ivy didn't care if there was anyone else in the restaurant. She reached out, grabbed his silk tie, and pulled him toward her.

Alaric willingly leaned in.

He thought she wanted to whisper a secret in his ear.

Instead, Ivy pressed a firm kiss directly against his cheek and murmured,

"Seeing you act all stoic and buttoned-up just makes me want to kiss you."

Those words instantly ignited the feral instincts buried deep within him. A dark surge of emotion flashed in his eyes as heat flared through his veins.

Just look at his little wife—her invisible tail was wagging so proudly it was practically brushing the sky.

He quickly averted his gaze.

Ivy felt a sudden rush of shyness herself.

She smiled and began glancing around the restaurant.

At that moment, the waiter began serving their food.

Just as the couple settled into a harmonious lunch, affectionately looking after one another, a figure suddenly marched up to their table, eyeing the two of them with intense scrutiny.

Ivy turned her head.

When she saw it was Ethan, she jumped in shock.

She scrambled to her feet, her guilt making her stumble over her words.

"Ethan, weren't you... weren't you at the hospital? What are you doing here?"

Alaric also looked up at Ethan, though his expression remained perfectly blank and he said absolutely nothing.

Ethan stared between the two of them, his face thunderously dark.

"Why the hell are you two eating together?"