Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 588

Terrified that Alaric might still be holding a grudge against her for Stella's disappearance, Toby dropped his pride.

Bowing his head, he pleaded desperately.

"Please, considering she just nearly died giving you a daughter, can you please stop blaming her?"

"She already knows it was a mistake."

Hearing this, Alaric viciously cursed himself for being a complete bastard.

How could he have callously dumped Ivy in the middle of nowhere and ignored her for six months?

How could he have been so blind that he didn't even notice his own wife was pregnant?

How could he have forced his pregnant wife to live in a perpetual state of agonizing guilt and terror?

Since Stella was likely never coming back, he had to face reality and fiercely protect the people still in his life. He wasn't going to wait until he lost them too, leaving nothing but useless remorse.

Alaric ruthlessly forced himself to bury his agonizing obsession with Stella.

Returning to the hospital room, he sat heavily by the bed, taking Ivy's hand and pressing it to his lips in a lingering kiss.

In the dead of night, he even shamelessly wedged his large frame onto her narrow hospital bed.

When Ivy forced her eyes open the next morning, the first thing she saw was a sharp Adam's apple and an impeccably tight, masculine jawline.

She instantly realized the man had her completely engulfed, her body pinned flush against his solid chest.

She shoved against his shoulders, desperately trying to wriggle out of his hold.

But Alaric simply locked his arms tighter, his voice a low, raspy rumble against the top of her head.

"It's still early. Go back to sleep."

Having zero interest in cuddling, Ivy kept shoving at his chest.

"What are you doing? Get off me!"

Alaric didn't budge an inch. Instead, his hand slid up to cup her jaw, tilting her face up as he swooped in to capture her lips.

He had craved her like a starving man for six straight months.

Every single night, he had fantasized about having her pinned against him like this.

Now that he finally had her back in his arms, his intense physical hunger for her overrode everything else, and he just wanted to sink into the intimacy.

But Ivy was utterly repulsed. Furrowing her brows in fury, she balled her fists and began actively punching his chest.

Beating him back enough to break his hold, she bolted upright, rearing her hand back to slap him across the face.

Alaric actually leaned into her raised hand, offering his cheek. "Go ahead. If it makes you feel better, hit me."