Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 339

Ivy slept straight through to noon.

She was perfectly content to lounge in bed a little longer, but Mrs. Gable pushed the door open, stepping quietly to her side.

"Mrs. Foster, Ethan is back. I told him you weren't available, but he insisted on waiting in the living room. What should we do?"

Right on cue, Ivy's phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Snatching it up, she saw Ethan's name flashing on the screen.

She scrambled out of bed, rushing to throw on some clothes and wash her face, instructing Mrs. Gable as she moved.

"Head downstairs. I'll handle him."

Mrs. Gable caught sight of the mottled red marks blooming all over Ivy's skin. It was obvious Mr. Foster hadn't shown any restraint the night before.

They certainly had a very intense dynamic.

Ivy practically dove into the bathroom, locking the door behind her before finally hitting answer.

"Ivy," Ethan's voice flooded through the speaker.

"I went to Metropolitan General, but you weren't there. I came back to The Starlight Estate, but you're not around either. Where are you? I need to see you."

Ivy forced her tone to remain frigid. "Why are you looking for me? Haven't I made myself clear? I'm not interested in you. Stop bothering me."

Honestly, she thought Ethan was a wonderful guy.

It was just too bad she was legally his aunt by marriage.

And even if she divorced Alaric, getting involved with Ethan would be a disastrous mistake.

"I know you don't want to see me. I know you wish I would just disappear."

Ethan's voice was heartbreakingly fragile, stripped of all pride.

"But I'm begging you. Just let me see you one last time. I promise I'll leave right after. Because once I go, I'll likely never come back."

Ivy's brow furrowed tightly.

What on earth was he talking about?

Was he actually suicidal? Was he planning to do something drastic?

Terrified that if something happened to Ethan she would never hear the end of it from Alaric, panic set in.

She quickly finished freshening up and practically sprinted downstairs.

In her sheer haste, she completely failed to realize that her top offered absolutely zero coverage for the glaringly obvious love bites branding her neck.

But yesterday, Eleanor had summoned him home, and his parents had cornered him into packing his bags.

They fed him some excuse about the Foster family expanding their empire overseas, claiming the new branches required a family member at the helm and he was the only candidate.

A part of him desperately wanted to be just like his uncle—an untouchable titan who ruled the business world.

He wanted to prove to Ivy that he was more than capable of standing at the apex of the pyramid if he chose to.

So, fueled by the burning need to show her he could be just as powerful as Alaric, he had agreed to go.

But the thought of leaving Ivy behind was tearing him apart.

So he had rushed over to see if there was any chance she would come with him.

Feeling entirely too suffocated, Ivy forcefully pushed him back.

"Ethan, let go of me."

Reluctantly, Ethan dropped his arms.

But as he stepped back, the glaring marks painted across her delicate neck practically screamed for attention.

Stunned, he actually reached out and brushed a finger against one of the bruises.