Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 446

Not wanting to crush his wife's excitement, Alaric gave a curt nod of agreement.

Ivy beamed brightly, her voice dripping with sweet affection. "Thank you, Darling! You're the absolute best. I love you so much!"

Sitting beside her, Stella chimed in with a giggle,

"Daddy, I love you so much too! You're the most handsome, the sweetest, and the richest daddy in the whole world!"

Alaric was practically bursting with pride from their relentless flattery, fighting the urge to break into a massive grin.

He desperately maintained his stoic expression as he finished his breakfast and stood up.

"I'm leaving for the office."

"I'll walk you out, Darling!"

Ivy gestured for Stella to keep eating like a good girl as she rushed to the foyer to grab Alaric's dress shoes.

When he walked over, she practically slipped the shoes onto his feet herself, hovering over him attentively as she escorted him out the door and all the way to his luxury sedan.

Leaning through the open car window, Ivy planted a loud kiss on his cheek, her enthusiasm entirely undiminished.

"Drive safe, Darling! Don't work too hard today. I'll make you something delicious when you get home tonight!"

Alaric bathed in the immense wave of emotional validation his wife was showering him with.

Feeling spectacularly smug, he signaled Leo Archer to drive.

"Goodbye, Darling! I'll miss you!"

Ivy shouted after the departing sedan.

She didn't tear her eyes away until the car had completely cleared the estate's massive iron gates; only then did she turn around and head back inside.

Meanwhile, up in the guest room.

Sylvia watched the entire sickening display from the window; hearing Ivy repeatedly call Alaric 'Darling' ignited a violent surge of jealousy in her chest.

Snapping back to reality, she turned to Mrs. Gable, who was busy rattling off her daily responsibilities.

"Mrs. Gable, you've been with this family for a long time, haven't you? How long have Alaric and Ivy been married?"

She purposely used his first name to create the illusion of an intimate history between them.

After all, her own daughter called the man Daddy.

To anyone else, it would easily look like she was his tragic ex-wife, the one that got away, or his former long-term girlfriend.

Mrs. Gable, who indeed assumed Sylvia was the dreaded ex-wife, already despised the woman's sudden intrusion. Ignoring the probing question entirely, she continued laying down the law.

Desperate to get her license as quickly as possible, Ivy spent the entire day behind the wheel.

It wasn't until just before dismissal time that she rushed over to the preschool.

To her surprise, Sylvia was already waiting at the gates when she arrived.

The woman actually took the initiative to approach her and strike up a conversation.

"Ivy, didn't we agree I'd be handling pick-ups from now on? What are you doing here?"

Ivy gave a cool, detached response. "Force of habit."

"Well, you really need to break that habit. Mrs. Gable clearly stated that taking care of Stella is my job now, so I won't be needing your help anymore."

Ivy just offered a faint smile and kept her mouth shut.

In her heart, Stella was her child too.

She had long since treated the little girl as her own flesh and blood, so taking care of her was never a burden.

As they stood there waiting for the bell to ring, Sylvia spoke up again.

"Ivy, since Alaric gave me exactly one week, could you please just stay away from Stella for the next seven days? Give me a real chance to make things up to my daughter."