Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 353

Ivy and Stella immediately fell silent.

They obediently lowered their heads and focused on their food.

Afterward, Alaric instructed Mrs. Gable and the driver to drop Stella off at St. Jude's Preschool.

He told Ivy to stay behind, without specifying what he wanted her to do.

He simply leaned back on the living room sofa, placing his laptop on his lap, completely absorbed in his work.

Ivy dawdled her way over to him. Tilting her head, she batted her eyelashes and asked.

"Darling, if there's nothing else for me to do, can I go to work at the hospital now?"

Alaric kept his gaze locked on the screen, his long, elegant fingers flying across the keyboard as he gave his command without even looking up.

"If you have nothing to do, massage my shoulders."

"Excuse me?"

Ivy was clearly reluctant. "Are you saying that even though I rushed back this early, you still aren't going to let me go to work?"

It was a good thing her husband was the ultimate boss of Metropolitan General; otherwise, with her constant early departures and unexcused absences, no hospital would have kept her on the payroll.

"Did I stutter?"

Seeing her stand there unmoving, Alaric finally lifted his gaze. His eyes were cold and authoritative.

Ivy puckered her lips into a pout and complained.

"If you want a massage, ask nicely. You sound like a dictator. If I don't obey your decree, are you going to have me dragged out and executed?"

"Hmm?"

Alaric stared at her, his gaze sharp and piercing.

He genuinely didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his tone.

It was highly likely that, having been in a position of supreme power and managing a massive empire for so long, this commanding nature was permanently hardwired into him.

Ivy took a deep breath and forced a bright smile.

"No problem at all. I'll give you a massage."

For the sake of her paycheck, she was willing to work her fingers to the bone.

Even if this man was her husband, she couldn't afford to harbor any illusions of receiving special privileges from him.

The one signing the checks was the ultimate boss, so she could swallow her pride.

Ivy expertly perched herself beside him, her hands applying the perfect amount of pressure to the tense muscles of his shoulders.

"Darling, you are incredibly handsome."

"Being this handsome, you must have had countless girls chasing you and plenty of romances back in the day, right?"

Actually, she couldn't help but envy The Biological Mother.

To have been able to give him a daughter as beautiful and adorable as Stella.

If she and Alaric ever had a child of their own in the future, would their baby be just as beautiful?

Ivy lost herself in a sweet, romantic daydream.

Alaric felt slightly thrown off by her sudden flattery and quickly changed the subject. "I told you to massage my shoulders. What are you doing?"

Ivy pouted. "My hands are sore. I just needed a little break."

Alaric moved the laptop off his lap, reached back to gently take her hands, and began massaging them.

"Where does it ache?"

"Right here."

Ivy pointed aimlessly.

To her surprise, Alaric rubbed the exact spot, his movements incredibly gentle and tender.