Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 336

In truth, she had no idea what to say.

When Ivy remained silent, Alaric pulled her onto his lap. His bloodshot eyes were clouded with a thick haze of emotion.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily. Closing his eyes, he leaned in to kiss her.

But Ivy turned her face away.

She didn't scramble off his lap, but she distinctly rejected the kiss.

Alaric opened his eyes, a sharp sting piercing his heart.

He brought a hand up to cup her cheek, gently forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Do you not like me anymore? Hmm?"

Ivy's face remained blank. She lowered her eyes and stayed stubbornly silent.

Alaric simply pulled her tight against his chest, letting out a long, heavy sigh.

"I really don't know what to do with you. You like money, right? I'll give you money. Just stay and help me take care of Stella, okay?"

Ivy pouted against his chest.

She still didn't say a word.

But internally, the bitter resentment had almost completely evaporated.

Maybe she really was just a hopeless romantic idiot.

Just being held and coaxed by this older man for a few minutes was enough to make her forget everything he had done wrong.

Someone like her—who forgot the pain the second the wound started healing—deserved to get hurt and played with.

Ivy genuinely despised this part of herself.

But being wrapped in Alaric's arms felt so incredibly warm and secure.

Alaric grabbed his phone and instantly transferred $1,000,000 to her account. Then, he dipped his head, nuzzling affectionately against her cheek, his voice still rough.

"Never mention divorce to me again. Stay right here by my side, and I'll give you a $1,000,000 compensation every single month."

A million dollars was nothing but pocket change to him.

If Ivy felt it wasn't enough, he could easily increase it.

Ten million, a hundred million—it didn't matter.

In that exact moment, Alaric realized Ivy was worth far more to him than billions of dollars.

He simply couldn't bear to let her go.

"If you ever treat me like that again, I won't let you off this easy," she said in a sugary-sweet voice.

Alaric noted the dramatic shift in her tone and the fact that she was voluntarily hugging him again.

He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. "Not angry anymore?"

Ivy's eyes darted around innocently as she slipped off his lap. The realization that she was about to become a millionaire thanks to this man filled her with sheer ecstasy.

But she did her best to mask her elation, avoiding his gaze as she smoothly changed the subject.

"Let me see the gifts you brought me."

Seeing that he had truly smoothed things over, Alaric let out a breath of relief.

Money really was the ultimate problem solver.

Thank god he had an endless supply of it.

Unable to resist, he pulled Ivy back into his arms, pressing her close as he pinched her cheek affectionately.

"Do you have any idea how much you torture me, hmm?"

Ivy pursed her lips, shooting back a defiant retort.

"You're not exactly a saint either."