Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 429

Ivy was pushed away, but refusing to give up, she leaned in again, her voice soft and coaxing.

"I didn't ask you to do anything, I just wanted to hold you while we sleep."

Alaric pushed her away once more. "No cuddling. Sleep on your side."

His anger hadn't subsided yet, and he simply wasn't in the mood to entertain anyone right now.

Especially since every time his wife got close, his mind flashed to the agonizing image of Tristan Rhodes kissing her and leading her away right in front of the flashing cameras.

And this foolish woman had actually followed him.

How could he possibly feel okay about that?

If he didn't give her the cold shoulder for a few days to teach her a lesson, she would never learn.

Ivy could tell that Mr. Foster wasn't falling for her usual affectionate charm tonight.

If she forced herself on him again, would it only push him further away?

Never mind, it was best to back off while she still could.

Feeling rejected, Ivy retreated, rolling over to the edge of the bed and pulling the blankets up to her chin.

"I won't touch you. Get some sleep."

Alaric cast a sideways glance at her.

Seeing that she had actually closed her eyes.

He couldn't be bothered to care, turning his back to her, his silhouette radiating a chilly indifference.

Ivy mirrored his position, and it would be a lie to say she didn't feel a sting of hurt.

The situation earlier today had caught her completely off guard.

She had meant to call Tristan and demand he clear things up, but that jerk wasn't answering her calls or replying to her texts.

He better watch out; the next time she ran into him, she was going to kick him just to vent her frustration.

That night.

The married couple shared the same bed but remained worlds apart.

They truly didn't touch each other once until dawn.

When Ivy woke up the next morning, the space beside her was already empty.

She sat up against the headboard, an undeniable emptiness settling in her chest.

This was the first time in a long while that Mr. Foster had gotten out of bed and left her all alone in the morning.

It was also the first time they were having a real fight.

Staying busy made the hours fly by.

After picking Stella up in the evening, she personally cooked dinner in a bid to win back Mr. Foster's favor.

Just as the food was ready, she saw him pushing open the front door and immediately rushed over with a bright, eager smile.

"Darling, you're home from work!"

She attentively fetched his indoor shoes and helped him out of his coat.

Alaric watched her movements; though he didn't push her away, he didn't offer a single word in return.

When he sat at the dining table, he maintained a frosty demeanor, eating in silence.

Ivy continued her charm offensive, placing some food onto his plate with a sweet smile.

"Darling, I was pretty bored at home today without work. I just learned this recipe, you should try it."

Alaric's expression remained completely blank.

He flatly ignored the food she had lovingly placed on his plate.

After taking a few mechanical bites of his own meal, he tossed his silverware onto the plate and walked away.

Watching his distant, icy retreat, a wave of suffocating sadness washed over Ivy.