Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 472

Xavier still didn't stop her.

But a faint flush crept up his neck.

Especially when Ivy was washing his chest.

Bare-chested, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Ivy wasn't reading anything into the situation.

Her movements were gentle and meticulous.

When she moved down to wash his legs, Xavier was only wearing a pair of boxers.

At that exact moment, Alaric pushed open the door and strode in.

Ivy immediately noticed the intrusion, looking up to meet Alaric's gaze—a stare so glacial it could freeze hell over.

She froze in shock.

She couldn't believe he was actually here.

He had tracked her down.

How did he get here so fast?

Was he here to apologize?

Ivy had no idea. Standing by the bed, still gripping the damp towel, she remained paralyzed.

On the bed, Xavier quickly yanked the blanket over his lower half. Stuck lying there, he felt a wave of guilty embarrassment.

The moment Alaric walked in, he saw Xavier in nothing but boxers and Ivy giving him a sponge bath.

He stood there, radiating a terrifying dominance, his fists clenching until his knuckles popped. A murderous rage roared inside him.

When his eyes finally locked onto Ivy, they were bloodshot with betrayed hurt and suppressed fury.

"How dare you?" he demanded softly.

Snapping out of her daze, terrified that Alaric would misunderstand, Ivy quickly explained,

"He got hurt because of me! Of course I have to take care of him."

"Right. Then stay and take care of him for the rest of your life. Keep out of my sight."

Alaric didn't scream.

He didn't lay a hand on Xavier.