Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 112

This kid was a force of nature.

Ivy didn't even know how to react anymore.

Was she really supposed to stay here and sleep in Alaric's bed?

She originally planned to sneak out once Stella was asleep, figuring the kid would never know.

But that little girl was way too smart.

Then again, even if she did sleep in the same bed, Ivy knew Alaric wouldn't stoop to touching her.

So there was nothing to be afraid of.

She went back to her room to grab her pajamas, got her robe ready, and slipped into the en-suite bathroom.

Just as she stepped out, her hair still dripping wet, the bedroom door suddenly pushed open.

Ivy immediately stepped aside, flushing as she hastily explained,

"Stella dragged me in here. If you're uncomfortable, I can go sleep in the guest room."

She rubbed her wet hair, fully intending to leave.

Alaric stared at her. Fresh from the shower, she emanated an incredibly alluring, clean scent.

Her small face was naturally stunning, her features delicate, and her complexion so luminous it practically glowed.

Alaric's Adam's apple bobbed. Seeing her about to bolt, he spoke up.

"Just sleep here. It's not a big deal."

He grabbed his own pajamas and headed into the bathroom, ignoring her after that.

Ivy didn't really want to keep shuffling rooms either, especially if it would make Stella upset.

Since he wasn't going to touch her and the bed was massive, she figured she could begrudgingly stay put.

Ivy quickly blow-dried her hair and climbed into bed.

She purposely left a huge gap between her side and the middle for Alaric.

Maybe it was because of all the chaos lately, but she hadn't been sleeping well and felt completely drained.

Sinking into the luxurious mattress of the master bed, Ivy was out cold in less than two minutes.

Alaric stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and walked over to the bed. The girl was curled up into a tiny ball on the far side, dead to the world.

He didn't disturb her, quietly climbing in on his side.

Leaning against the headboard, Alaric couldn't stop his gaze from drifting back to her.

"Your brother-in-law... he's great. So handsome, so tall, and he really respects me."

"Don't worry, I'm doing really well right now."

Alaric's brows knitted together. Was she talking about him?

Did she really think that highly of him?

For some inexplicable reason, Alaric suddenly felt an immense wave of satisfaction wash over him.

Even though his body was running hot and his breathing felt tight, he was in a genuinely good mood.

Riding that high, he decided not to wake her, letting her use his arm as a plush toy.

But the girl was far too soft and smelled entirely too good, which meant he barely got a wink of sleep all night.

He only managed to drift off when the sky outside began to lighten.

When Ivy finally woke up, she opened her eyes to the sight of a taut jawline and a prominent Adam's apple.

Not to mention the overwhelming scent of pure male pheromones enveloping her...

She was actually snuggled right into his chest?