Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 596

Ivy couldn't help but steal a few extra glances.

She had to admit, the man possessed an innate, magnetic charm. Once you looked at him, it was almost impossible to look away.

Even with all the conflict and the massive rift between them.

She still found herself utterly captivated by his striking face and perfect physique.

As she lay down, she forcefully reminded herself to stop craving things that were nothing but illusions.

Certain things didn't belong to her, and forcing them would only result in mutual torment.

In the middle of the night, worried about waking Ivy, the caretaker and nanny wheeled the incubator into the adjacent room to feed the baby.

Seeing them leave, Alaric quietly approached the bed and slipped in beside Ivy.

His broad frame instantly crowded her.

Ivy opened her eyes, immediately resisting his presence.

"What are you doing?"

Alaric wrapped an arm around her, feigning deep exhaustion.

"The sofa really is awful to sleep on. Let me just squeeze in here with you."

Unwilling, Ivy shoved at his chest.

"No. This isn't appropriate."

"What's inappropriate about it? It's not like we haven't shared a bed before."

He held onto her tightly, deliberately burying his face into the crook of her neck.

Unable to break free, Ivy angrily pried at his arm.

"Mr. Foster, I'm getting angry."

Alaric gently nipped at her earlobe, his warm breath fanning across her skin.

"What are you angry about? We aren't divorced yet. I just couldn't sleep on the sofa, so is it really a crime to share the bed? We're both fully clothed, anyway."

The implication was that he wasn't going to try anything else.

Alaric absolutely adored the scent of her.

It was a fresh, intoxicating fragrance that sank straight into his soul.

Plus, she was so small and soft; holding her was intensely comforting, letting him wrap around her entirely.