Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 338

She made a mental note to check in on him later.

Over the line, Hazel continued,

"Ivy, a film crew came to my school for auditions recently. When I tried out, the director singled me out. He asked me a ton of questions and even invited me to dinner."

"He said I looked exactly like his daughter. Honestly, I think I might find my real parents soon."

Ivy frowned. The whole thing sounded incredibly sketchy.

"Hazel, don't let people string you along. Besides, you're a music major. What are you doing at an acting audition?"

"I just wanted to try my luck," Hazel defended herself. "I'm gorgeous. What if I get picked?"

"Being an actress is just as good as being a singer."

Ivy was deeply unsettled by the whole story.

"You're young and naive. If this director invited you out alone, absolutely do not go. Do you hear me?"

Hazel brushed off the warning entirely. Hearing that she wasn't related to the Sawyers had convinced her that a bright, glittering future awaited her.

She was going to track down her real parents.

She was going to become a massive superstar.

And she was never going to step foot in that miserable, backwater town ever again.

"I've gotta go, Ivy. Talk later."

The line went dead before Ivy could utter another word of caution.

The gnawing feeling in her gut persisted. Terrified her sister was being scammed, she quickly typed out a text asking for the director's name.

She wanted to run a background check online.

Before she could hit send, a deep, displeased voice sounded from the doorway.

"It's late. Instead of coming to bed, you're hiding out here texting who exactly?"

Alaric snatched the phone right out of her hand.

Ivy didn't fight him. Let him look.

It wasn't like she had anything to hide.

Seeing the text was addressed to her sister, Alaric handed the phone back and pulled her toward the master bedroom.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?"

Ivy fired off the text, completely missing his implications. "Why were you waiting for me?"

Alaric kicked the bedroom door shut and locked it.

By the time morning rolled around, she was physically incapable of getting out of bed.

Alaric, on the other hand, looked perfectly refreshed. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, he was the picture of elite sophistication.

Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he leaned down to brush his cheek affectionately against Ivy's sleep-flushed face, murmuring softly.

"I'm heading to the office and dropping Stella off at St. Jude's Preschool on the way. Stay home and rest. Don't go to Metropolitan General today."

Ivy couldn't go even if she wanted to.

She was incredibly sore.

Every bone in her body felt shattered.

Glaring at the man practically glowing with vitality, she sleepily pushed him away.

"You're a menace. Get out of here. I can't even look at you right now."

Alaric just chuckled. Knowing he had completely worn her out, he assumed she was just playfully pouting.

Unable to hold back, he dipped his head and kissed her again.

Pulling away a moment later, he affectionately ruffled her hair.

"Alright, I'm going. I'll try to get back early this afternoon. Get some sleep."