Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 508

His words practically ignited on his tongue. "What, am I holding you and Xavier back?"

Ivy whipped her head around to glare at him, a sudden surge of anger flaring up.

"Pull over. I don't need a ride. I can walk."

Alaric refused to stop, his lips pressed into a tight, furious line.

"I really don't get it. After everything I've done, do you really not see where my head is at? Do I literally have to beg you, grovel, and worship the ground you walk on just to get you to come back with me?"

He felt he had completely stripped himself of his dignity already.

Yet this infuriating woman was still giving him the cold shoulder, acting all high and mighty.

When had he ever treated a woman like this in his entire life?

Alaric had never felt so humiliated. His knuckles turned white from how tightly he gripped the steering wheel.

Ivy hadn't been terribly angry at first, but his words made her stomach churn with unease.

Her face tightened, her eyes reddening as she solidified her stance.

"I don't know where your head is at, but let me be perfectly clear: even if I do go back with you, it's strictly to get the divorce. So you don't need to lower yourself or beg for anything."

Alaric slammed on the brakes, turning to lock eyes with her.

"Do you honestly not know how I feel?"

But Ivy didn't dare meet his gaze, instantly looking away.

"I don't know, and it doesn't matter. The divorce is happening regardless."

Watching her absolute resolve, Alaric suddenly fell silent.

He didn't believe for a second that she was clueless about his feelings.

He had driven all this way, chasing after her like a desperate fool. How could she not realize that he still cared for her and was desperate to fix things between them?

How could she be so utterly cold, saying things that cut so deep?

Alaric's eyes mirrored hers, turning red as a heavy lump formed in his throat.