Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 2

Ultimately, it was Mrs. Gable who woke her up, reminding her gently,

"Mrs. Foster, Mr. Foster is back. Please get ready and come downstairs to have dinner with him and Stella."

Ivy didn't dare to dawdle. She hurried out of the water, changed into her clothes, and walked softly downstairs in her cotton slippers.

In the living room.

The man, dressed in a custom-tailored suit, looked dashing, composed, and exuded an air of nobility.

Perhaps because he was older, Ivy always felt that his presence was far too overwhelming when she faced him.

It made it hard for her to even breathe evenly.

Pressing her lips together, she walked over and greeted him nervously.

"You're back."

Alaric Foster looked up.

His gaze swept over the girl, but he paid her little mind.

A woman who married him for money—what difference was there between her and the women outside who schemed their way into his bed?

If she hadn't saved his daughter.

The position of Mrs. Foster would never have fallen into her lap.

"Let's eat."

Alaric stood up, dropped the words coldly, and headed to the dining room.

Watching his aloof and indifferent demeanor, Ivy laughed at herself inwardly.

Why would someone like him ever like her?

She had merely saved his daughter's life, and in return, she demanded $200,000 from him.

And now, she had moved into his house as his wife.

Anyone would feel uncomfortable with that.

Ivy despised herself for it, too.

But she really needed a husband.

Otherwise, her parents would just force her to marry someone else.

Rather than marrying some wretched creep from her village, it was better to stay here and be a stepmother to Stella.

At least this husband was easy on the eyes.

And Stella liked her.

That night, after Ivy tucked Stella into bed.

She thought about just sleeping in the child's room as well.

But Alaric appeared at the doorway, saying to her,

"Come out. We need to talk."

Ivy didn't hesitate. She quickly got out of bed and followed him to the master bedroom.

The man walked over and sat on the sofa in the sitting area, gesturing toward the items on the coffee table.

"Here's an agreement. Sign it."

Ivy stared at the prenuptial and non-disclosure agreements. Without any hesitation, she obediently picked up the pen and signed her name.

She didn't read the contents.

She had no idea what it said.

Alaric watched her actions and reminded her, "You're not going to read it?"

Only then did Ivy look at him.

"I know what you mean, Mr. Foster. Don't worry, I won't let anyone know I'm your wife, and I won't spend a single cent of your money."