Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 395

Early the next morning.

Ivy woke up in a massive bed at the city's most luxurious, six-star hotel, The Zenith Plaza.

The moment she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a breathtaking sea of clouds rolling over the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls. It was paralyzingly beautiful.

Not far away on the sofa, Alaric was already fully dressed. He sat there looking impeccably elegant, noble, and devastatingly handsome.

Ivy shifted, resting her chin on her pillow as she quietly admired him.

From yesterday to today, she felt like she was living in a dream.

She had never imagined that one day someone would hold her so dearly in their heart and give her a life entirely free of worry.

This reality was simply too perfect.

She didn't want to wake up, terrified the dream might shatter.

Finishing his work, Alaric noticed the girl on the bed was awake. He snapped his laptop shut and walked over.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"If you're still tired, go back to sleep."

Her face flushed pink. Like a small kitten, she burrowed deeper under the covers, her voice coming out soft and muffled.

"It's already nine. I'm getting up. Turn around for a second so I can get dressed."

She had just realized she was completely naked beneath the sheets.

Even though they were married and had done everything couples do, she was still too shy to let him see her naked in broad daylight.

Alaric nuzzled her cheek again.

"Still shy? I've seen every inch of you. If you're done sleeping, get up."

He grabbed her clothes and pulled her up by the arm.

"I'll dress you."

Ivy awkwardly tried to refuse. "No, I can do it myself."

"Be good."

Seeing that he insisted on helping her, Ivy couldn't win the argument. She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to look at him, and let him put her clothes on for her.

The moment she was dressed, before she even opened her eyes, she felt herself being lifted right off the bed.

When her eyes flew open, she was wrapped around Alaric's waist, and he was carrying her toward the bathroom.

Ivy instinctively threw her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. She still felt entirely out of her element.

"Darling, you're being a little too nice to me. I'm not used to it."

Alaric tilted his head to look at her. "So you'd prefer it if I was ice-cold to you every day?"

It was Hazel.

Her voice came through the speaker.

"Ivy, it's your birthday today! I booked a private room at a restaurant. I'll send you the address. Bring Gemma and come meet us, okay?"

Hazel knew her sister had never celebrated a birthday.

Even though Ivy didn't need money anymore, Hazel wanted to show how much she cared.

Ivy couldn't bring herself to refuse.

She glanced at the man beside her. Seeing he had no objections, she agreed.

"Okay. We'll head over in a bit."

"See you at noon!"

Hazel hung up the phone.

Ivy pocketed her phone and grabbed Alaric's hand. "I'm going to celebrate with my sisters at noon. Are you going home to stay with Stella?"

She figured even if she invited him, he wouldn't go.

After all, they still had to keep their marriage a secret.

"Yeah, go ahead. Don't worry about me."