Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 504

"Whatever."

Alaric's attitude remained aloof.

Ivy just ordered a few staple items.

Soy milk, fried dough sticks, oatmeal, eggs, and a sandwich.

She then grabbed some silverware and handed it over to him. "This is how we do breakfast around here. It's nothing like what your personal chef makes, so you'll just have to make do."

Alaric took the silverware, sneaking another glance at her before asking.

"When are you coming back with me?"

"If I really have to go back to finalize it, I'm not sure yet. I just started a new job, so I need to check my schedule."

Alaric lowered his head, eating slowly and deliberately as he drawled.

"Take your time. I happen to have a project to oversee here anyway. Whenever you're ready, we'll head back together."

Ivy asked, "What kind of project could you possibly have in a tiny place like this?"

She couldn't shake the feeling that he was lying.

This was the most ordinary, run-of-the-mill town imaginable. The tourism industry was virtually non-existent, so what could possibly be worth investing in?

She simply didn't buy that he had business here.

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

He stared at her again, his expression deadly serious.

"I don't want to stay in a hotel. I want to stay at your place. I can pay you. Deal?"

Ivy froze, rejecting the idea without a second thought.

"No."

"Why not?"

"My apartment is too small. My brother and I each have a room, so there are no spare bedrooms."

"I can sleep on the couch."

"No."

She continued to refuse, her stance unwavering.

"Alaric, since we're already divorced, let's stop complicating things. I know you're not the type to rough it, so go back to your presidential suite."

It felt like his chest was being ripped open again. The bitter pain made even swallowing a mouthful of oatmeal incredibly difficult.