Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 351

Ivy didn't know how to answer Hazel. Her husband was, after all, a tremendously famous figure in Capital City.

There was a reason their marriage remained a secret.

But she had no idea how to explain it.

Just as she was agonizing over her words, the phone on the nightstand rang.

Hazel was closer, so she picked it up and glanced at the screen.

She couldn't help but read the caller ID aloud. "Mr. Foster."

She looked at Ivy curiously. "Who is this?"

Ivy hurriedly reached out to take it and stood up. "You two go to sleep first. I'm going to take this outside."

She rushed out to the balcony with her phone.

Seeing that Hazel and Gemma hadn't followed her, she finally pressed answer.

The man's deep, alluring, yet extremely displeased voice came through the line.

"Are you really not coming back tonight?"

Ivy offered a soft sound of confirmation. Leaning against the railing, she looked back at her sisters resting on the luxurious bed inside, then let her gaze sweep over the sprawling, opulent Rhodes estate.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't the least bit envious.

Hazel's days of hardship had finally come to an end.

"Are you avoiding me on purpose?"

Alaric sounded thoroughly annoyed on the other end. "Where are you right now? I'm coming to pick you up. It is completely inappropriate for a married woman to be out all night."

Ivy considered her current situation.

She still didn't know much about the Rhodes family.

She wasn't ready to tell Alaric the truth about Hazel's background just yet. Smiling faintly, she teased the man on the phone.

"What, can't live without me?"

"Nonsense. I just think it's unsafe for a young woman to be out alone. Give me your address."

It was already quite late.

Stella had long since gone to bed.

Alaric had been lying alone in the master bed for a while, feeling an inexplicable emptiness in his chest that left him incredibly restless.

He had spent the entire evening constantly checking his phone.

Seeing that Ivy hadn't bothered to call or send a single message.

"Probably tomorrow afternoon!"

"Absolutely not. You will be back first thing in the morning, do you hear me?"

Alaric's tone left no room for argument.

He didn't know why, but ever since Ivy's accident where she nearly didn't make it back, he had been plagued by the fear that she might truly leave him.

Even though he hadn't contacted her during his week abroad.

He had constantly checked the home security cameras.

Only after ensuring she and Stella were safe could he focus on his work.

Tonight, with Ivy not by his side, he felt like he had lost his mind. Nothing felt right.

Ivy let out a helpless sigh and explained.

"I have to go to work first thing in the morning. It would be too much of a hassle to run all the way home before heading to the hospital."

Alaric maintained his iron-clad stance. "If I don't see you first thing tomorrow morning, you can forget about going to work ever again."

He ended the call, trying to reign in his emotions and convince himself that he could survive one night without her.

Ivy stared at the disconnected screen and pouted.