Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 364

Hazel immediately flushed with embarrassment. She hadn't expected him to be so brutally icy.

He hadn't been like this at all when he saved her.

She thought that as the star of the night, pampered by her newly found family and brothers, she would be treated like royalty by everyone.

Yet here was someone who didn't care about her status in the slightest.

Clutching the fabric of her gown, Hazel stood frozen, thoroughly humiliated and unsure of what to do.

Xavier stood up, wrapping a protective arm around his sister, and tried to smooth things over with Alaric.

"Alaric, my sister is young and a bit impulsive. Given that she's just returned to us after so long, please don't take offense."

He looked down at his sister and explained,

"This is the CEO of the Foster Group, Alaric Foster."

Noticing that Alaric still refused to acknowledge her, his handsome face frozen in a terrifying scowl, Hazel felt deeply slighted.

Unable to handle the loss of face, she pulled away from Xavier's embrace and ran off.

Tristan looked visibly annoyed as he glared at Alaric.

"My sister just thought you stood out and asked for your name. Did you really have to treat her like that?"

He hurriedly chased after his sister.

Taking his seat again, Xavier raised his wine glass in a bid to keep the peace.

"Tristan can be hot-headed. Don't mind what he said. I'll finish my glass; you drink as you please."

Alaric maintained his thunderous expression, his entire focus locked onto Ivy.

The image of Xavier patting Ivy's head and holding her hand earlier flashed in his mind.

He stared at Xavier before pointing sharply at Ivy. "What good is your drink? Have her come over and drink with me."

Xavier followed his gaze.

Realizing Alaric was pointing directly at Ivy.

He immediately intervened. "Alaric, she's a young woman, and more importantly, she's our guest. She can't drink with you."

"Tell her to come over."

Alaric commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Xavier's face darkened. "Alaric, don't cross the line."

Ivy, sitting just a short distance away, heard everything clearly.

She leaned forward, poured herself half a glass of wine, and stood up, ready to march right into the lion's den.

She had a death wish.

The crowd held their breath, fully expecting to witness Ivy's brutal downfall.

Even Xavier was terrified that Ivy had irreparably offended the man. He shot her a frantic look.

"Ivy, stay out of this. Go back to your seat."

Ivy ignored him, maintaining her unwavering eye contact with Alaric.

"Do we have a deal? I finish this glass, and you apologize to my sister."

Alaric frowned, his expression freezing over. His lips parted in a chilling drawl. "Your sister?"

"Yes. The girl who just asked for your name. She's my sister."

Alaric fell silent.

Now it all made sense. Now he knew why Ivy was at the Rhodes estate.

The biological daughter the Rhodes family had just brought home was Ivy's sister.

What a bizarre twist of fate.

His predatory gaze snapped back to Ivy. "I'll apologize. But in exchange, you're leaving with me tonight."