Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 329

Staring at the disconnected call, Alaric felt profoundly irritated.

Why did she suddenly hate him?

His nephew had been acting like a suicidal maniac. If he hadn't orchestrated this arrangement, what if the kid pulled another stunt like crashing his car and actually got himself killed?

She claimed she despised the boy anyway, so why was his mere presence causing such a meltdown?

Alaric fundamentally could not comprehend why Ivy was so furious.

Telling him to go rot by himself?

Fine.

He had clearly spoiled her too much. Now she was throwing tantrums and acting like he disgusted her.

In an incredibly foul mood, Alaric stood up to go check on Mason.

He needed a distraction, terrified that if he sat idle for another second, he'd be hopping a flight straight back to the Starlight Estate.

Mason was categorically incapable of processing the fact that Sebastian had a secret lover and had fathered a child.

He had no intention of fighting Alaric for custody of the girl.

Unable to live with the crushing reality, he booked the earliest flight back to Northport the following morning.

He needed to visit the cemetery and scream at Sebastian's gravestone, begging to know if the man had ever harbored even a shred of affection for him.

Even though the dead couldn't speak, Mason just desperately needed to be near him.

Alaric gave his associate a call, instructing him to keep a close eye on Mason's mental state.

When people were pushed past their breaking point, they tended to do dangerously reckless things.

He was genuinely worried Mason might do something stupid.

Back at the Starlight Estate.

Ivy led Stella downstairs bright and early.

Ethan practically bounced over, his face split into a massive grin as he gestured grandly toward the room.

"Morning, Ivy! Take a look over there. Do you like it?"

Ivy followed his gaze.

The massive sectional in the living room was buried beneath an avalanche of luxury gift boxes of all shapes and sizes.

The massive coffee table was completely overrun with flowers.

There were potted exotics, lavish bouquets, and rare arrangements.

Every floral variety imaginable was displayed in a breathtaking explosion of color.

Stella couldn't resist running over. "Wow! So many pretty flowers! I love them!"

Ivy, however, remained completely impassive, refusing to show even a flicker of interest.

Ethan watched her eagerly. "These are all for you. Why don't you go open them?"

Why wouldn't she even give him a second glance?

Ethan was completely baffled.

Ivy lowered her eyes. She thought back to Alaric's callous words last night, openly admitting he was throwing her into Ethan's path as a test.

If it weren't for the sickening reality that they were related, she would have dated Ethan just out of pure spite, just to throw it in Alaric's face.

But her conscience simply wouldn't allow her to cross that line.

"I already told you, my rejection has nothing to do with Alaric. I wouldn't want you either way. Why can't you get that through your thick skull?"

Ivy's patience had entirely evaporated.

Yet, Ethan doubled down.

"I'm leagues better than Patrick, right? I'm richer, taller, and better looking than him! You settled for Patrick, so why not me?!"

Ivy was left speechless by the sheer audacity.

Just the mention of Patrick made her blood boil.

Thank God that trash had finally vanished from her life.

"I'm not wasting my breath on this."

Ivy brushed past him to grab Stella. Ethan immediately shadowed her, pleading,

"I've been up since before dawn organizing these gifts. Could you at least just accept them?"