Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 368

Finally losing the battle with his self-control, he intentionally shifted closer to her.

"I'm tired. Let me rest for a minute."

Without waiting for an answer, he dropped his heavy head directly onto Ivy's shoulder.

Ivy was speechless.

Was this even physically logical?

She was so short; her shoulders were significantly lower than his.

How could slumping over like this possibly be comfortable for him?

Feeling utterly helpless, yet not daring to shove him away, she just sat there stiffly and let him use her as a pillow.

Halfway home, a video call from Xavier popped up on her phone.

Ivy declined the call and quickly texted him, assuring him she was perfectly fine.

But Xavier wasn't convinced. He insisted on a video call to see with his own eyes that she was unharmed.

There was no way Ivy was answering a video call right now.

She compromised by switching it to a voice call, doing her best to sound completely calm.

"Xavier, I'm really okay. You don't need to worry about me."

Alaric, of course, wasn't actually asleep, nor did he try to stop her from answering.

But the moment she started chatting with the other man, he angrily grabbed her jaw, yanked her face toward him, and captured her lips in a punishing kiss.

On the other end of the line, Xavier was still frantic.

"Where are you right now? Did he let you go?"

Ivy held her breath, struggling desperately to pry her mouth away from Alaric's long enough to gasp out a response.

"He... he dropped me off halfway. I'm taking a cab home now. Please don't worry about me, and make sure Gemma is okay."

Xavier instantly offered, "I'll drive out and pick you up. Hazel is worried sick with you gone."

"No need. I'm not coming back tonight anyway, I have work early tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of the Gala."

Feeling Alaric suddenly bite down hard on her neck, Ivy winced in pain and frantically ended the call.

She shoved her phone away and tried to push the heavy man out of the crook of her neck.

"What are you doing? That hurts."

When Alaric finally pulled back, there was a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth.

His handsome features were still cast in a suffocatingly dark scowl.

"Mommy, you look so pretty today! Did you dress up to go on a date with Daddy?"

Ivy forced a bright smile, playing along. "Yes, I went on a date with your Daddy."

Stella's sharp eyes caught sight of the mark on Ivy's neck. Her eyes sparkled with innocent curiosity.

"Why is your neck all red, Mommy? Did Daddy bite you again? Why does Daddy like biting your neck so much? Is he secretly a vampire?"

Ivy couldn't hold back a laugh and gently pinched the little girl's cheek.

"Maybe he is! Come on, let's go get washed up for bed."

After tucking Stella in, Ivy returned to the master bedroom.

She found Alaric already in bed, his back turned stiffly toward the door.

So the man was still throwing his silent tantrum.

Sighing in exasperation, Ivy grabbed the first aid kit and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sit up. I need to re-dress your hand."

Alaric, acting entirely like a sulky, slighted partner, fired back frostily,

"Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you right now."