Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 418

Only when she was certain he had left did Ivy step into the bathroom to splash cold water on her face.

Afterward, she lounged in the empty office, mindlessly streaming a show.

Her sisters sent her messages confirming they had arrived safely abroad, complete with a video tour of their new place.

It was a gorgeous, sprawling European-style villa.

Seeing that they were living comfortably with a full staff of maids, Ivy finally let out a breath of relief.

Perhaps because she had spent the entire noon hour admiring Alaric's flawless face instead of actually napping, the quiet solitude of the office finally caught up to her.

Feeling a wave of drowsiness, she curled up on the sofa and drifted off into a hazy sleep.

When Alaric returned, he found her fast asleep.

Instead of waking her, he quietly sat beside her, working on his laptop as he waited for her to open her eyes.

As the time to pick up Stella from school approached and his wife showed zero signs of stirring, Alaric had no choice but to text Leo to fetch the kid.

Then, he went right back to waiting.

He waited until Ivy naturally woke up.

When Ivy finally opened her eyes, she looked out the massive floor-to-ceiling windows and saw the sunset bleeding into the dusk, leaving only a striking slash of crimson across the sky.

Startled, she bolted upright.

"Oh my god, how long did I sleep? We completely missed picking up Stella!"

Seeing her panic over nothing, Alaric sighed heavily.

"You really aren't cut out for raising kids. Let's just leave our future children to Mrs. Gable."

Ivy turned to him, flopping back down onto the cushions.

"Are you blaming me for oversleeping? Besides, having kids is a long way off. Are you already planning our babies?"

He truly did want to spend the rest of his life with her.

He was already daydreaming about their children.

Honestly, she was incredibly excited at the thought of having a child with Alaric too.

She just had no idea when that little miracle would happen.

Alaric looked at her. "I'm just speaking the truth. You're practically a child yourself. How are you supposed to raise one?"

He pulled her to her feet. "Let's go. Time to go home."

She laughed and said, "I dreamt about a couple of kids. Boys. They were insanely cute."

"That's a good dream. It means you're probably going to have boys."

Alaric was just making things up.

He was only saying what he thought she wanted to hear.

But Ivy took it completely to heart, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

"Is that really how dreams work? Do you prefer boys or girls? For a man of your status, is it absolutely mandatory to have a son to carry on the family name?"

She was highly sensitive to the concept of "carrying on the family line."

In fact, she loathed it.

She despised men who valued sons over daughters.

To her, it was archaic, toxic patriarchy—disrespecting women while entirely relying on them to produce the heir. It was sheer hypocrisy.

Alaric stopped and stared at her, his expression turning deadly serious.

"If you don't have kids, I'll just leave my entire empire to Stella. Do I look like a man who cares about carrying on a bloodline?"