Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 397

Alaric showed up entirely uninvited.

Besides Ivy, nobody wanted him there.

But given his immense status, they couldn't exactly kick him out, so they had no choice but to let him stay.

Ivy started over, closing her eyes to make a wish in front of the cake.

She snuck a glance at the man sitting next to her. Seeing him staring intensely at her, she covertly stepped on his foot under the table, signaling him to keep a low profile before someone caught on.

Alaric didn't care in the slightest. Completely ignoring everyone else in the room, he stared at her with burning intensity.

His wife was by far the most beautiful of the three sisters.

She was such an incredible, perfect girl. If he didn't treat her right, what if she ran off with one of these three single guys from the Rhodes family?

He had to keep a very close eye on her.

After finishing her wish and blowing out the candles, Ivy sliced the first piece of cake and handed it to Xavier.

"Xavier, thank you for the cake."

Since Xavier was the one who bought it, it was only right to give him the first piece.

But that single action caused Alaric's face to darken instantly. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, visibly pissed off.

Nobody paid attention to his foul mood, though.

Xavier smiled warmly as he took the plate. "You don't need to thank me. From now on, we'll celebrate your birthday with you every year."

Hazel had mentioned that the three sisters had never celebrated a birthday before.

So, she had dragged her brothers along to help make it special.

He knew how much the sisters had suffered to get where they were, and throwing a birthday party took almost no time at all.

He had already instructed his assistant to mark the date in his calendar. Every year, he would make sure a custom cake and gift were prepared for Ivy as a token of his gratitude.

"Okay."

Ivy smiled back, then cut pieces for Landon and Tristan.

Finally, she served her two sisters.

Once everyone had a slice, Ivy knew Alaric hated sweets, so she cut a tiny sliver and set it in front of him.

Alaric ignored him, sitting there with a pitch-black expression, his eyes still glued to Ivy.

He looked as if he had suffered a massive injustice.

"Don't be so petty. If you want more, you can have mine."

Tristan deliberately mocked him, pushing his own plate of cake across the table.

Alaric didn't even glance at it. He stood up abruptly and dropped a single sentence: "I'm going to the restroom."

Once he was gone, Tristan settled back into his chair and scoffed.

"I have never seen someone so full of himself. That guy's face looks like it physically can't smile. He acts like the whole world owes him money."

Landon replied calmly, "He's at the absolute top of the food chain. I guess that's just his personality."

Xavier interjected, "Alright, enough gossiping. No matter what, you two still have to show him respect. Let's not talk behind his back."

The two younger brothers wisely shut their mouths.

Gemma, entirely unaccustomed to this kind of tension, sat quietly in the corner without making a sound.