Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 483

That night, Ivy couldn't sleep.

Alaric couldn't sleep either.

Even knowing the sofa was narrow and uncomfortable, he still refused to check on her.

It wasn't until dawn was approaching that Ivy finally couldn't hold out any longer, closing her eyes to doze for a bit.

When Alaric got up and walked past the sitting area, he saw Ivy curled up into a tiny ball. She looked so pitiful that a surge of sympathy washed over him.

His heart genuinely ached for her.

But his stubborn pride kept him from going over to comfort her.

In the end, he stepped past her and headed to the bathroom.

Ivy only opened her eyes when she heard the sound of running water.

She sat up and glanced at the large bed, realizing Mr. Foster was no longer there.

He was probably washing up in the bathroom.

She hurriedly folded her blanket, put it back in the closet, and quietly tried to slip out first.

But her toiletries weren't outside.

Eventually, she had to double back and gently push open the bathroom door.

Alaric didn't look at her, continuing with his own routine.

Ivy felt the need to explain herself. "My things are all in here."

She had intended to grab her items and use a different bathroom.

But knowing that Sylvia would make a joke out of it if she saw her, she gritted her teeth and stood next to Mr. Foster to wash up.

Alaric ignored her, not giving her a second glance. He finished quickly and turned to leave.

Ivy profoundly felt Mr. Foster's disgust toward her. Not only was he unwilling to say a single word to her, but it seemed as though even looking at her would taint his eyes.

If it weren't for Tristan, she wouldn't have been able to stay and endure this humiliation for another second.

Remembering Xavier's sacrifice for her, Ivy could only try to convince herself that she had to get Mr. Foster to lift Tristan's ban, no matter what it took.

She hurried through her routine and followed him downstairs.

Alaric was the only one sitting in the dining room.

Sylvia was presumably still busy with the child.

Ivy braced herself, walked over to sit across from Alaric, and initiated the conversation once again: