Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 367

Ivy didn't deny that keeping her family's situation a secret was her fault.

But she couldn't be bothered to over-explain herself. Pouting slightly, she retorted,

"You don't care anyway, so why would I bother telling you? Besides, I tried to arrange for you to meet my sisters multiple times, but you always found an excuse to reject me."

If he hadn't shot down her requests for a proper introduction time and time again.

She would have eventually told him about Hazel finding her real family.

Since he clearly had zero interest in her background, why should she force the topic like a desperate fool?

Alaric glared at her. "So it's my fault now?"

"I didn't say that."

Pushing down the dull ache in her chest, Ivy met his gaze head-on.

"You're quite the actor, you know. I'm actually curious—when our marriage inevitably gets exposed, how are you going to explain it to your circle?"

"Or are you really planning to keep me a dirty little secret for the rest of your life?"

Honestly, she didn't even care about going public anymore.

As long as she was getting paid millions of dollars, she could play the secret wife forever.

As for this man's love, he could give it to whoever he wanted. It meant absolutely nothing to her now.

Alaric averted his gaze, choosing silence.

He looked down at the bandage Ivy had wrapped around his hand.

She had even tied it off with a neat little bow.

The girl was incredibly thoughtful, managing to add a touch of romance even while performing basic first aid.

Yet a suffocating weight still pressed against his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Seeing him deliberately dodge her question again, a desolate, indifferent smile touched the corner of Ivy's lips.

She reached for his injured hand, asking with genuine concern,

"Does it hurt? Once we get home, we need to disinfect it and wrap it properly."

Alaric yanked his hand away again, tossing out a freezing, "Leave me alone."

"Really? If you want me to leave you alone, then why did you drag me out of there? Do you want to drop me off right here? I can just head back to the Gala and spend the rest of the night with my sister."

"Don't you dare."

Alaric glared at her, reaching out to pinch her ear in warning.

"Listen to me very carefully. From now on, you are forbidden from stepping foot inside the Rhodes estate without my explicit permission."

Reluctantly, Ivy pulled the oversized jacket over her shoulders and fired back,

"Literally every woman at the Gala was dressed like this."

Especially since the main event hadn't even started yet.

Hazel had mentioned there was going to be a dance later, so her gown was perfectly appropriate for the occasion.

But before she even had the chance to participate, this domineering man had dragged her out.

Her abrupt exit was definitely going to stress Hazel out, and the Rhodes family was probably worried sick about her.

The more Ivy thought about it, the more annoyed she became, until she finally snapped and kicked the man sitting next to her.

Alaric narrowed his eyes at her. "Did you just kick me?"

Ivy offered a cheeky, placating smile.

"Oops, my foot slipped. You're a grown man, don't be so petty about it."

Alaric decided not to press the issue.

But he suddenly noticed that Ivy smelled intoxicatingly good today.

Ever since she was kneeling on the floor bandaging his hand, right up until this moment sitting beside her, he had been fighting an inexplicable urge to press himself against her.