Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 441

Wincing from the pain, Ivy smacked the broad chest of the man pinning her down.

When she finally managed to tear her mouth away from his, she touched her lower lip; at the sight of a faint smear of blood on her fingertips, she shot him a fierce glare.

"Are you part dog? Why did you bite me so hard? It's bleeding!"

Despite her complaints, she still couldn't bear to slip off his lap.

Alaric had one hand securely wrapped around the small of her back.

He didn't want her falling off.

Feigning indifference, he stared at her swollen, tempting lips, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply.

"You're the one who started kissing me."

Ivy balled her hands into tiny fists and hit him again.

"I wanted to kiss you, but you practically bit my face off! Do you even know how to kiss?"

Alaric kept his gaze locked on her, the chaotic emotions in his eyes settling into a deep, tender calm as his voice softened.

"I don't. Since you do, teach me."

Hearing that, Ivy realized this man was about to unleash his primal urges again.

Her eyes darted nervously, and she tried to slide off his lap.

But Alaric tightened his grip, pulling her flush against him as he murmured a dominant, seductive threat.

"Teach me, or I'll ignore you from now on, cut off your allowance, and ban you from working at Metropolitan General."

At that, Ivy glared at him, pouting her lips in defiance.

"You're the one who taught me before! There's no way you don't know how."

Alaric teased her smoothly, "I'm getting older, my memory is slipping. Teach me right now."

As if Ivy would ever believe that.

But with Alaric acting like this, did it mean he wasn't mad anymore?

That was a huge relief.

If she tried just a little harder to please him, maybe he'd officially lift the ban on her returning to the hospital.

Whatever.

She'd do it for the money and the career.

And honestly, just to give herself some peace of mind so they wouldn't be stuck in this awful cold war.

She would reluctantly pretend to teach him.

The little girl immediately reached out, wanting to push the door open to investigate.

Mrs. Gable was an experienced woman; she instantly knew exactly what was happening in that room.

She hastily slapped a hand over the child's mouth, scooped her up, and rushed down the hall.

Stella was utterly confused.

When she was finally set down in her bedroom, she looked up at the housekeeper in frustration and asked,

"Mrs. Gable, didn't you hear those weird sounds coming from Daddy's study? We should've checked on them!"

Mrs. Gable guided the child into the bathroom, explaining with infinite patience,

"That's just your mommy and daddy in there, very busy making you a baby brother."

Stella still didn't quite get it; she scrunched up her face, her eyes shining with absolute innocence.

"Does making a baby brother require making those noises? It sounded like Mommy was getting bullied and was in pain!"

She wondered if her daddy was still mad and was taking it out on her mommy.

If she just ignored it, wouldn't Mommy think she was being a terrible friend?

No, she had to go make sure her mommy was okay.