Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 373

That night, at The Starlight Estate.

After tucking Stella into bed, Ivy walked over to the bathroom door and knocked, calling out in a sugary sweet voice.

“Darling, I’m coming in.”

The man’s deep, magnetic voice drifted from inside the bathroom.

“If you wait any longer, I’m going to turn into a raisin.”

His hand was injured and couldn't get wet, so he had to wait for Ivy to come and help him wash up.

He had been waiting for well over half an hour.

Ivy gently pushed the door open.

She saw the naked man already reclining in the bathtub, his smooth, heavily muscled torso exposed.

He leaned his head back, eyes closed in relaxation, his sharp jawline tight and perfectly sculpted.

His commanding, breathtakingly handsome features were enough to make anyone's heart flutter.

Ivy couldn't help but swallow hard. She walked over, crouched by the edge of the tub, grabbed a washcloth, and slowly began to scrub him down.

She couldn't deny how devastatingly aloof this man looked, making her want to bully him just a little.

No, no way. With her petite frame, she was no match for him.

Every time she got a little greedy, she ended up completely overwhelmed by the end.

So, Ivy, stick to lusting over his money, she reminded herself. Don't fall for his body.

She wouldn't survive this old man's stamina.

With that thought in mind, Ivy's brain reset entirely to dollar signs.

She meticulously wiped down the man in the tub.

Alaric kept his eyes closed the entire time, looking as though he were intoxicated by the pampering.

Thinking he had fallen asleep, Ivy reached out and patted his cheek.

“Hey, don't fall asleep. If you pass out, how am I supposed to carry you to bed? You're too heavy.”

She stood up to grab a towel.

Alaric opened his eyes just as Ivy stood up, assuming she was leaving.

He reached out and grabbed her arm. With a slight tug, Ivy was caught entirely off guard and tumbled right toward him.

With a sharp gasp, Ivy splashed face-first into the bathtub, sending water flying everywhere.

Alaric pulled her flush against his chest, kissing her with unrestrained, burning passion.

He had been particularly ruthless in claiming her tonight.

She wouldn't deny that she thoroughly enjoyed the intoxicating pleasure Alaric gave her.

But there had to be a limit.

Those high-difficulty acrobatics genuinely made her feel like she was dying.

Alaric remained entirely unapologetic.

“That was your punishment. If I ever catch you hanging around other men again, it won't be nearly as easy as tonight.”

Ivy wanted to cry but had no tears left. “The incident was already over, and now you’re telling me this was a punishment? You are so vindictive. I don't even want to look at you right now.”

Ivy sat up, threw on her clothes, and scooted all the way to the edge of the bed to sleep by herself.

She wanted absolutely nothing to do with this overbearing man tonight.

But Alaric wasn't about to let her throw a tantrum. With a sweep of his long arm, he dragged her right back and locked her against his chest.

“If you don't want to look at me, close your eyes. But you are not leaving my arms.”

Alaric lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Ivy’s forehead, his actions incredibly tender and dotting.

Too exhausted to argue with him, Ivy yawned and drifted off to sleep.