Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 379

After parting ways with her sister and Xavier, Ivy quickly hailed a cab back to The Starlight Estate.

Alaric arrived at almost the exact same time.

The two of them bumped into each other in the courtyard right outside the villa.

Ivy noticed Alaric had changed into casual clothes, though his face still carried a faint redness.

He had taken two solid slaps, after all.

She marched up to him, a scowl on her face.

“Did you have fun putting on that little show?”

Alaric looked entirely unbothered. He reached out, grabbed her hand, and led her into the house.

“The only people in this world who would dare lay a hand on me are you two sisters. If it weren't for you, your sister would have permanently disappeared from this earth. Do you believe that?”

That Rhodes adoptee didn't just slap him; she threw a glass of juice in his face.

He had never suffered such sheer humiliation in his entire life.

But remembering she was his sister-in-law, he had been forced to choke down his volcanic rage.

Ivy followed him into the living room, pulling her hand free and looking at him with utter seriousness.

“Why did you do that? Aren't you afraid they’ll figure out our relationship? Or do you just want me to turn into a little deceiver?”

Living her entire life draped in lies, constantly playing a part for him in front of the world.

She despised the idea.

Alaric walked over to the sofa and took a seat.

Ivy went to grab the ice pack and medicinal ointment first.

When she returned and sat beside him, Alaric finally spoke.

“What, are you that eager for the whole world to know you're Mrs. Foster?”

Ivy froze, her eyes flickering with unease.

“No, I'm not. But your behavior is going to make people suspicious.”

“Then let them be suspicious.”

Alaric leaned back against the cushions, exuding a lazy, aristocratic dominance.

“Ivy, you need to remember one thing. We signed an agreement.”

Being his woman and being his wife were two entirely different concepts.

Ivy offered a faint smile. “Yeah. I won't say anything without your permission.”

She gently pressed the ice pack to his cheek and applied the ointment.

Then, she tended to the injury on his hand.

Just as she finished and was about to stand up, Alaric grabbed her wrist and gave a sharp tug, pulling Ivy right back down into his lap.

Alaric wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes to savor the grounding, satisfying feeling of having her close.

“Ivy, just do your part. You love money, and I’ll give you as much as you want. Just don't cause trouble for me.”

Ivy was speechless.

This man was acting completely bizarre.

When had she ever caused trouble for him?

She had never forced him to go public with their marriage.

Besides, he had already given her more than enough money.

Ivy lay quietly against his chest, listening to the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat without making a sound.

When Mrs. Gable returned from grocery shopping and spotted them, she immediately softened her footsteps and sneaked straight into the kitchen, entirely terrified of interrupting their moment.