Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 553

Ivy hesitated, refusing to move.

Help Mr. Foster get dressed?

They were getting a divorce. Was this really a good idea?

Should she go ask Mason for help?

Ivy blurted out, "I—I don't think that's appropriate. Wait here, I'll go get Mason to come help you."

With that, she turned to leave.

Suddenly, a loud slipping sound echoed behind her.

She spun around to see Alaric sitting on the floor, his expression tightly drawn in pain.

Genuine concern taking over, Ivy cast her reservations aside and hurried over to check his foot.

"Which one? Is it here?"

Alaric nodded. "Yeah. I'm in such a pathetic state right now; please don't get Mason to come laugh at me. If you won't help me, I'll just try to do it myself."

He snatched the clothes from her, pretending to struggle as he tried to stand up and put them on.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, Ivy's heart pounded wildly in her chest.

Her body, however, was being incredibly uncooperative.

Thinking of how good Mr. Foster used to be to her, she finally took the clothes back and reached out to help him.

"Let me do it. Get up first and sit on the toilet seat."

Alaric followed her lead, slowly rising and taking a seat on the closed lid.

As Ivy helped him into his pants, her small face flushed as red as a ripe tomato. It felt as if her heart was going to leap right out of her throat.

Especially when she noticed the heavy, undeniable proof of his arousal.

Her breathing grew ragged, and she felt as hot as if she were engulfed in flames.

Ivy took a deep breath, constantly reminding herself to stay restrained. She had to hold back.

No matter how amazing Mr. Foster's body was, no matter how handsome his face was, and no matter how potent his masculine appeal was, they were getting a divorce. She couldn't afford to get entangled with him again.

The second she pulled his pants up, Ivy prepared to bolt.

Suddenly, her wrist was seized in a firm grip.

Alaric stared at her, his gaze heavy with lust. His own face was flushed, his breath coming in ragged pants.

"Ivy, help me out, please?"