Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 428

What on earth was going through this woman's head?

Ivy lowered her head, gripping the handle of her suitcase as she explained, her voice thick with grievance.

"I wouldn't go looking for them. I don't even like them, and I definitely don't want anything to do with them."

"You could have fooled me. Day in and day out, you're either tangled up with Xavier or spending time with Tristan."

Not wanting to argue with her anymore, Alaric averted his gaze and dropped a harsh command.

"Unpack the suitcase. You are never going back to work at the hospital again. From now on, you stay confined to this house."

He slammed the bathroom door shut behind him.

Ivy was completely speechless.

So when he said she was fired, he just meant she couldn't go back to the hospital?

He still wanted her.

He was just grounding her at The Starlight Estate?

Thinking it over, she realized that even though the incident wasn't her fault, if the roles were reversed and Alaric had been kissed by another woman in a viral video, she would have been furious too.

It was completely understandable that he was lashing out.

Ivy pouted, but obediently unpacked her clothes and put them back in the closet.

Then she went down the hall to check on Stella.

At dinner time, Mrs. Gable had the food laid out, but Alaric still hadn't come downstairs.

Ivy had no choice but to go up and get him.

She found him in the bedroom, aggressively speaking to someone on the phone.

Ivy stood quietly off to the side, waiting for him to finish.

Once he hung up, she spoke softly. "Darling, dinner is ready. Let's go downstairs and eat."

Alaric put his phone away and looked at her. His heart was still heavy with a sour, agonizing ache.

Ultimately, he ignored her and walked past her out the door.

Ivy trailed silently behind him, completely at a loss for words.

She had already explained everything she possibly could.

If this stubborn man still wanted to be mad, there was nothing else she could do.

Downstairs in the dining room.

Seeing both her parents looking so gloomy, Stella pouted and asked loudly.

"Mommy, Daddy, are you guys still not making up? Please don't fight! I'm still counting on you to give me a baby brother!"

Ivy put a piece of food on her daughter's plate and gently scolded her.

"Stella, just eat your dinner and be quiet."

She didn't know what her parents were fighting about.

But kisses solved everything.

Ivy thought about it and realized she was right.

Her husband loved it when she took the initiative.

She quickly got Stella to sleep and hurried back to the master bedroom, finding Alaric already in bed.

After taking a quick shower, Ivy slipped into a sheer, flimsy nightgown, climbed onto the mattress, and seductively moved toward the man.

Alaric was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through his phone.

He was checking if there was any lingering news about Ivy and Tristan online.

His PR team had worked with terrifying efficiency.

There wasn't a single trace left on the internet.

But the hurdle in his heart wasn't going to be cleared so easily.

Right on cue, Ivy practically slithered over his body like a seductive viper, pressing her lips against him.

Alaric turned his head to avoid her kiss, his voice freezing cold.

"Get off. I'm furious right now, and I am in no mood to satisfy you."