Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 589

Ivy tried her best to keep her emotions in check. But after leaving the ICU and returning to her hospital room, a heavy gloom settled over her face.

Alaric stayed close by her side. He took the tray of food from the nurse and brought a spoonful directly to Ivy's lips.

"Eat something," he coaxed softly.

Ivy still wasn't used to him treating her with such tender care. She reached up to take the silverware.

"I can do it myself."

"Let me feed you."

Alaric dodged her hand, stubbornly insisting on taking care of her himself.

Unwilling to yield, Ivy turned her head away and refused to take another bite.

Seeing her throw a little temper tantrum, Alaric resorted to playing dirty and gently pinched her cheek.

"I've already bathed you. Is feeding you really where you draw the line?"

Heat rushed to Ivy's cheeks at the shameful reminder. She swatted his hand away. "I don't need your help. I can take care of myself and the baby just fine without you."

She knew exactly what he was doing. Alaric was only acting this way because he wanted to take her and the baby back to Capital City.

Or worse, he was trying to sweet-talk her into giving up custody.

She wasn't going to fall for it.

She was the one who gave birth to this child, and she was going to raise her right here. She would rather die than return to Capital City.

And that meant she couldn't afford to accept Alaric's sudden gestures of goodwill.

"Stubborn as ever, I see."

Defeated, Alaric set the bowl and silverware down, allowing her to sit at the small table to eat on her own.

He took the seat right across from her.

Ivy knew her body was terribly weak. She had to recover her strength as quickly as possible so she could have the energy to care for her daughter.

She kept her head down and focused on her meal, determined to ignore the man sitting across from her.

But Alaric's intense gaze never left her face.

They hadn't seen each other in half a year, and she had grown devastatingly thin. No wonder the baby had been born prematurely, so heartbreakingly tiny.

If only he hadn't sent Ivy away. If he had just kept her by his side, she and their baby would never have had to suffer like this.

A suffocating wave of guilt crashed over Alaric. He reached out and placed more food onto her plate.

"Eat a little more. Look at you. How are you going to raise a kid when you're this frail?"