Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 330

Ivy swept a glance over the mountain of boxes. Setting the extravagant flowers aside, everything else screamed exorbitant wealth.

Top-tier designer labels—the total haul had to be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

She looked back at Ethan. "Let me make this crystal clear. You can buy me the entire world, and I still won't date you. I only care about money. I'm a greedy, superficial gold digger who's never satisfied."

"Knowing that, do you still want to give me all this stuff?"

Ethan stared at her.

He thought to himself: every other socialite out there was a superficial gold digger too, but none of them would ever admit it to his face.

They only knew how to play pretend. The fact that Ivy confessed it so bluntly only proved how brutally authentic she was.

Besides, she grew up in extreme poverty, and her sister required astronomical medical bills. Wasn't it entirely justified for her to be obsessed with money?

Ethan nodded with unwavering conviction.

"Yes. I bought them for you, and I'm not taking them back. If you won't take them, I'll just throw them in the dumpster."

"Then draft up a Voluntary Gift Agreement. That way, when I walk away, you can't try to sue me to get it all back."

Ivy was certainly not going to turn down free luxury goods. She marched over to a drawer, grabbed a pen and paper, and shoved them at Ethan.

Staring down at the pen and paper, Ethan was genuinely taken aback.

She had to be incredibly insecure and deeply terrified of strings being attached to gifts to demand something like this.

To think she actually needed him to put it in writing.

Eager to ease her anxiety, Ethan quickly drafted and signed the Voluntary Gift Agreement without a second thought.

The moment the signed contract was in her hand, Ivy flashed a brilliant smile and chirped, "Thanks a bunch."

She immediately waved over Mrs. Gable, who had been hovering nearby. "Mrs. Gable, could you have someone haul all these boxes up to my room? Oh, and these two are for you."

Mrs. Gable hurriedly rushed over to assist.

Ethan watched her divvy up his hard work and asked, slightly wounded, "Aren't you even going to open them and see what I got you?"

Ivy waved a dismissive hand. "They're mine now, right? I'll open them whenever I feel like it. How I handle them is entirely my business."

She refused to let Alaric's callous cruelty eat away at her mental health.

Nor was she going to waste energy raging over Ethan's obsessive harassment.

At the end of the day, both uncle and nephew were just walking bank accounts financing her future.

If they wanted to hurl money at her, she would happily catch it.

As for the messy emotional baggage attached to it, she couldn't care less.

"I've picked up a few notes over the last couple days. How about all three of us try playing together?"

Stella eagerly scooted closer to Ethan to make room on the piano bench.

"Sit here, Ivy!"

Ivy sat down, flashing a dazzling, flirtatious smile at Ethan. "I'm a little slow, so please bear with me."

Thrilled that Ivy was finally initiating contact and treating him so sweetly, Ethan's chest puffed out with pride. He smiled back, his voice dripping with tenderness.

"I'll follow whatever pace you set."

The three of them squeezed onto the long piano bench, their hands resting intimately side-by-side on the keys as they began to play.

Downstairs, Alaric followed the cheerful melody up the staircase.

When he reached the open doorway of the music room, his eyes landed on the trio crowded around the piano.

The scene was sickeningly wholesome—a picture-perfect, harmonious little family so blissful it almost seemed like a crime to interrupt.

But the instant his brain registered that the people in this cozy domestic fantasy were his daughter and his legally wedded wife...

...a violent wave of suffocating jealousy slammed into his chest. Utterly disgusted, he stepped into the room and shattered the moment.

"Stella."