Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 387

Ivy pouted.

How was it her fault that other people were trying to hit on him?

She cared just as much about other women getting close to him, thank you very much.

Ignoring the fact that they might run into someone they knew, Ivy clung to his arm even tighter.

"Got it. From now on, as long as I'm around, no other woman will even get within three feet of you."

Satisfied, Alaric leaned down and kissed the top of her head right in front of everyone.

He took the boba from the barista, popped the straw in, and handed it to Ivy as he led her toward the movie theater.

Seeing that he only ordered one cup, Ivy was confused.

"Aren't you drinking anything?"

"No, this is for you."

"I'd feel bad drinking it all by myself. Can we share it?"

Before taking a sip, Ivy lifted the cup to his lips. "Try it."

"I don't like it. Drink it yourself."

Alaric guided her onto the escalator; they still had two more floors to go before reaching the cinema.

Seeing how stiff and formal he was acting, Ivy decided to push it.

After taking a sip herself, she boldly shoved the straw back toward his mouth. "Just take one sip. It's sweet. Sweet like falling in love."

Intrigued by her description, Alaric dropped his disdain and took a sip from her straw.

But he still found it far too sugary. He didn't like it.

He pushed it back toward her. "You drink it."

Ivy could tell he really didn't like it, so she didn't force the issue.

She walked beside him, sipping her boba with one hand while Alaric held the other.

Along the way, plenty of people turned to stare at them.

Ivy didn't deny that her vanity was skyrocketing; she was thoroughly enjoying the envious looks they were getting.

She leaned in closer and asked him:

"Aren't you afraid of running into someone we know like this? What if someone sees us?"

Alaric didn't answer.

She grabbed her sister's arm and demanded,

"Did he force you?"

Ivy had no idea how to explain this to her sister. She shot a nervous glance at Mr. Foster.

But Alaric yanked her back, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders.

"Does your sister look like she's being forced?"

Hazel stared at her sister. It was true—Ivy wasn't resisting the older man's touch in the slightest.

And just a second ago, they had been holding hands, laughing and talking. She definitely didn't look like a victim.

Hazel grew even more furious and yelled at Ivy:

"So you're doing this willingly? You're already married. If you're going to cheat, why wouldn't you choose Xavier? His character is at least a hundred times better than this guy's!"

"Say that one more time. I dare you."

Alaric had heard enough. He glared at Hazel, his aura terrifyingly oppressive, refusing to let the comparison slide.

"You think I'm worse than Xavier? What makes you think he can even compare to me?"