Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 442

With that thought in mind, Stella spun around and marched toward the door.

Mrs. Gable quickly grabbed her. "Where do you think you're going?"

The little girl announced with fierce, childish determination, "Daddy is definitely bullying Mommy, and I'm going to protect her!"

Mrs. Gable scooped her up, set her back in front of the sink, and continued explaining,

"No need for that. Your mommy is just very happy, not being bullied. If she were in trouble, she'd be screaming for help. If you don't believe me, ask her yourself tomorrow."

The little girl still couldn't wrap her head around it.

But since Mrs. Gable promised her mommy was perfectly fine, maybe she was just overthinking things.

She stood there obediently and washed up.

Meanwhile, inside the study.

After they were finished, Ivy hastily straightened her clothes, blushing furiously as she looked at the man still sitting calmly in his chair.

"Are you done being mad at me now?"

Alaric was thoroughly satisfied.

He realized that Ivy always managed to give him the most exhilarating thrills and pleasures in the most unexpected places.

This had been their first time doing it in the study.

The adrenaline rush had left every inch of his body feeling incredibly relaxed and recharged.

Right now, he was in a spectacularly good mood.

Even the way he looked at Ivy was laced with a deep, lingering tenderness.

Even though all his anger had evaporated long ago, Alaric maintained his arrogant facade as he laid down the law.

"That depends on your behavior. If you ever get tangled up with another man or forget to prioritize me again, you know exactly what the consequences will be."

Ivy was absolutely speechless.

When had she ever stopped caring about him?

Most people really had a massive misconception about successful, older men.

Everyone assumed they were incredibly mature, grounded, and cool under pressure.

But in reality, when it came to romance, they were ridiculously childish.

They got jealous and threw tantrums over nothing, acting just as stubborn and impossible to appease as hormonal teenagers.

"Don't be shy, Ma'am. It was my fault for bringing the child upstairs so early. I'll definitely be more careful next time."

Ivy shook her head frantically. "No, it's not your fault, it's mine! We'll definitely keep it down next time."

"Is Stella already asleep in her room?"

Mrs. Gable hummed in confirmation. "She just nodded off."

"But Ma'am, you and Mr. Foster really need to present a united front. Now that his ex-wife is moving in, you can't be too careful. I don't think that woman has good intentions."

She honestly couldn't fathom what Alaric was thinking, letting an ex-wife live with them.

Wasn't he worried about giving his current wife the wrong idea?

Did he even care about Ivy's feelings at all?

Sometimes, Mrs. Gable felt incredibly sorry for her young mistress.

Knowing the housekeeper was just looking out for her, Ivy nodded in agreement.

Since Stella was already asleep, she figured she might as well head back to the master bedroom and wait for Alaric.

When Ivy entered the room, she heard the sound of running water from the en-suite bathroom; realizing Alaric was taking a shower, she quietly shut the door and slipped soundlessly beneath the covers of the massive bed to hide.