Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 384

"Shameless."

"What do I need shame for? Having you is enough."

Alaric looked into her eyes, his gaze heavy with utter adoration and raw desire.

Ivy felt a sudden, inexplicable heat wash over her. She shifted slightly and cracked the window for some air.

She couldn't shake the feeling that this old man was losing all sense of decency. Being affectionate at home was one thing, but he was acting this brazen in the car right in front of his assistant.

Where was he learning this stuff?

Leo, driving up front, couldn't resist chiming in again. "Boss, if you don't give Mrs. Foster those flowers soon, they're going to completely wilt."

Hearing that, Ivy immediately looked around the backseat.

There were no flowers in sight.

She turned back to Alaric. "You have flowers? Where are you hiding them?"

"In my shirt?"

Ivy reached out, patting down his chest.

Alaric didn't stop her, simply jutting his chin toward the passenger seat up front.

"They're up there. What kind of flowers could I hide in my shirt? If you just wanted to feel me up, you should have just said so."

Ivy fought back a laugh and glared at him. "Narcissist. Who wants to feel you up?"

She quickly leaned forward to look, and sure enough, there was an exquisitely wrapped bouquet resting on the seat.

She recognized the delicate blooms—it was a Lily of the Valley Bouquet.

Ivy picked it up, cradling it in her hands. It smelled divine, and the arrangement was clearly high-end.

Looking closer, she gasped. There was a necklace resting among the petals.

She picked up the delicate chain, pulling it upward until a dazzling, brilliantly cut diamond caught the light right before her eyes.

Ivy's eyes widened. A massive wave of emotion swelled in her chest, so touching that she felt tears prickling her eyes.

What had gotten into the man sitting next to her?

Why was he suddenly so obsessed with buying her gifts?

Was he actually falling in love with her?

Ivy turned to look at him. "It's gorgeous. Is this really for me?"

Alaric stared at her.

"So I shouldn't treat you too well, then?"

Ivy's expression faltered, her dark eyes darting around as she scrambled to fix it.

"That's not what I meant! If you treat me well, I'll obviously be happy every single day."

She placed the gift and the flowers on the seat next to her, leaned in to loop her arms tightly around his, and beamed up at him affectionately.

"Do you have any idea how touched I was to see you waiting for me after work with a surprise gift? I've been alive for almost 23 years, and you are the best person I've ever met in my entire life."

Ivy felt her heart genuinely fluttering again.

She was drowning completely in the happiness Mr. Foster was giving her.

Her past miseries were fading away, and she found herself falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

Ivy didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

But she couldn't control her feelings.

She truly, desperately wanted to live this happily with Mr. Foster forever.