Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 518

He tried to walk on his own.

But after pushing himself up a second time, he hadn't even taken two steps before he teetered dangerously, about to crash to the floor.

Ivy instinctively reached out to catch him again.

Alaric seized the opportunity to lean his entire body weight onto her. Caught off guard, Ivy tumbled backward onto the adjacent sofa, bringing Alaric down right on top of her.

Ivy hurriedly planted her hands against his chest, her breathing turning ragged.

"Mr. Foster, get off me."

Alaric opened his eyes and stared at her.

It felt like an eternity since he had been this close to her.

Her face was so small, so exquisitely beautiful, with luminous skin devoid of a single flaw. He wanted nothing more than to cup her cheeks and kiss her senseless.

Alaric's Adam's apple bobbed. Unable to resist, he reached up and framed her face with his hands, gazing down at her with eyes full of deep, wounded affection.

"Do you not love me anymore? Hmm?"

Ivy felt crushed beneath his heavy frame and continued to struggle against his chest.

"Move first."

"Answer my question first."

Alaric remained frozen in his dominant position. He cupped Ivy's face as if holding a fragile glass figurine, his thumbs caressing her cheeks affectionately as he asked in a husky voice.

"Say something. Do you not love me anymore?"

Ivy's heart hammered against her ribs as Alaric's intoxicating blend of alcohol and cologne washed over her.

She really hated the smell of liquor, but trapped beneath him, she had no escape. She could only turn her head away and hold her breath.

"Mr. Foster, you're wasted."

"I'm not drunk."

Alaric forced her head back to meet his gaze. Fearing his weight was crushing her, he shifted his knees onto the sofa cushions to support himself.

Then, staring at her with desperate intensity, he demanded an answer.

"Do you still love me or not?"

Meeting his deep, somber gaze, Ivy felt as though her heart was going to leap out of her chest.