Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 342

Alaric turned to face her. "Don't worry about it. Now that he knows the truth, he won't do anything stupid. It'll just push him to work harder to prove he's better than me, and that you made the wrong choice."

Ethan was a Foster, a boy he had practically raised himself. Alaric knew him better than anyone.

Seeing that her husband wasn't worried, Ivy pushed her own anxiety aside and asked softly,

"Are you mad at me? I didn't hide it well enough, and that's why Ethan figured it out."

Alaric's gaze dropped to the blossoming marks covering Ivy's neck.

He reached out and gently traced the love bites he had left behind in the heat of passion last night, his lips pressing into a thin line.

"It's my fault. I don't blame you."

Thinking about how thoroughly he had claimed her the night before, his gaze darkened. "Does it still hurt?"

Ivy flushed under his intense stare and quickly bent down to pick up the marriage certificate.

"I'm fine."

"Let's eat first. After lunch, I'll apply some ointment for you."

Ivy was speechless.

Apply ointment for her?

Himself?

Absolutely not.

The things they had done last night were already enough to leave her blushing for days.

If he stared at her while applying medicine now, she would die of embarrassment.

Ivy followed him into the dining room, pouting in refusal. "No need. It doesn't hurt anymore."

"I'll be the judge of that later."

Alaric intended to inspect her himself.

Ivy's eyes widened in a glare, completely mortified.

"You... you just want to take advantage of me. I'm not letting you look."

Alaric took his seat. Watching her puff up her cheeks in anger, his usually cold, detached eyes softened into a rare pool of tender indulgence.

Mrs. Gable served their lunch and quietly retreated to the kitchen to clean up.

She knew better than to interrupt the couple's private time.

During the meal, Ivy couldn't help but bring it up again.

"You should really call Ethan later. What if he can't handle it and does something crazy..."

His expression visibly shifted from calm to a chilling, heavy gloom.

He looked like he was on the verge of snapping.

Ivy panicked and quickly backpedaled.

"Ethan is a good guy, and he's generous with girls. I was so desperate for money back then. If you hadn't shown up, I definitely would have..."

Seeing Alaric's jaw clench, his knuckles white as if he were about to snap his silverware in half, she held her breath and hurried on.

"I'm just telling the truth. Please don't be mad. Besides, once you miss an opportunity in life, it's gone. You just follow the path destiny lays out for you. Maybe you and I were just meant to be."

Alaric kept his dark gaze locked on her.

He forced down the irritation flaring in his chest, realizing that Ivy's logic wasn't actually wrong.

It was ridiculous for him to be jealous of his own nephew.

Alaric, Alaric. You're done for.

You're completely at the mercy of this little wife of yours.

Thinking of her $1,000,000 compensation, Ivy smiled brightly and eagerly placed some food on his plate to butter him up.

"Darling, don't overthink it. Right now, I love you so much. You're the only one for me. I couldn't survive without you."