Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 452

Why hadn't Alaric followed them?

Did he want a private conversation with his ex-wife? Something she wasn't allowed to hear?

That was probably it!

Ivy masked her lingering concern and led Stella out to play in the gardens.

But her heart just wasn't in it anymore.

Stella picked up on her mood, running back to tilt her little head up at her.

"Mommy, why are you sad?"

"Are you scared I'll pick my real mommy and not want you anymore?"

"I won't. I only promised to give her a chance, but I'm not leaving with her. You're the most important person to me."

Ivy's heart melted into a puddle of absolute mush.

She crouched down and pulled the child into a warm hug.

"Thank you, Stella."

Stella patted her back. "You're welcome. You're so good to me, Mommy, so I'm going to be good to you, too."

Ivy's gaze instinctively drifted back toward the house.

Alaric was still nowhere to be seen.

He must be having that private chat with his ex-wife.

She reminded herself that it was perfectly fine.

After all, they used to be married.

Reuniting after so many years, it was only natural they had things to discuss.

There was nothing for her to worry about.

Ivy took Stella to wander all around the grounds.

They didn't head back until it was quite late.

It was nearly ten o'clock.

But when she walked through the door, she found Alaric and Sylvia still sitting together on the living room couch.

They looked as though they had an endless supply of things to talk about.

Ivy didn't interrupt, simply taking Stella upstairs to get washed up for bed.

Alaric saw them come in.

Shoved to the side, Ivy felt a sharp spike of irritation.

She looked at the child.

"Stella, do you still need me?"

Stella stared at her biological mother, whose eyes were red and watery as if she were about to burst into tears again.

Torn, the little girl finally turned to Ivy.

"Mommy, you go help Daddy make me a little brother. I can do it myself."

Seeing that the child actually chose her real mother over her, Ivy didn't linger. She turned and walked out of the room.

Thinking about whatever Alaric and Sylvia could have possibly talked about for two whole hours, a heavy gloom settled over her.

She headed back to the bedroom and went to sleep early.

When Alaric climbed into bed and pulled her close, Ivy coldly shrugged him off.

"I'm not in the mood tonight. Don't touch me."

Seeing her temper flare, Alaric was caught between amusement and exasperation.

"What's all this about? Tell me, why aren't you in the mood?"