Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 390

She stared intently at Mr. Foster, eager to see how he would react.

Instead, he maintained his stoic, unbothered expression and replied indifferently, "You wouldn't be that impulsive."

He clearly didn't believe she had the guts to say it.

After all, he had laid down the rules beforehand.

If Ivy was really going to spill their secret, she would have done it ages ago.

Hazel wouldn't have blown up the way she just did if she actually knew the truth.

Ivy refused to let it go. "But what if I actually did tell her? Our relationship isn't exactly a state secret anymore anyway. Ethan knows."

He had even seen their marriage certificate.

If Ethan opened his mouth to anyone, what was the point of hiding it anymore?

Ivy really couldn't understand it. Was she just too embarrassing to be seen with, or was she simply unworthy of the title of Mrs. Foster?

It had led them to a point where they were so... affectionate now.

Yet Mr. Foster still insisted on keeping her a secret.

Alaric didn't look at her. The theater was dark, making it impossible to read his expression.

But his voice carried a faint trace of resignation.

"As long as you can handle the consequences, say whatever you want."

Ivy didn't quite understand what he meant.

As long as she could handle the consequences?

What consequences?

Sensing that Mr. Foster was genuinely starting to get annoyed, Ivy quickly backpedaled.

"I didn't actually tell her we're married. I just told her you gave me an insane amount of money, and I couldn't resist the temptation."

Which was the absolute truth.

From the very beginning, she had only stayed with Mr. Foster because of the money.

There was no denying that fact.

Alaric finally looked at her, his eyes unreadable in the dim light.

"What if I didn't have money? What if I was just a broke guy? Would you still be with me?"

Alaric pulled her into his arms, joking,

"If that's the case, I should take back all the money I've given you. Since you only cared about the $288,000, you obviously don't need the rest."

Ivy instantly whined, rubbing against him and speaking in her sweetest voice.

"You wouldn't do that! Besides, I've already spent some of it. How am I supposed to pay you back?"

She playfully tickled his ribs, asking seriously, "Are you really going to take it back?"

Alaric stared down at her, taking in her adorably reluctant expression. He grabbed her wandering hands, couldn't resist planting a kiss on her lips, and chuckled.

"Silly girl. What I give you is yours. Why would I ever take it back?"

Hearing that, Ivy felt a sweet warmth bloom in her chest.

And then, she saw something incredible.

Mr. Foster was actually smiling at her.

Ivy reached up to touch his face. "Darling, you look so handsome when you smile."

Realizing his slip, Alaric instantly dropped the expression, returning his face to its usual deadpan mask.