Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 3

Alaric was a bit taken aback.

But on second thought, was that even possible?-

If she really wasn't going to spend his money, then what was that $200,000 all about?

He wasn't a stingy man, so he stared at Ivy and patiently explained,

"It's true that I don't want anyone to know you're my wife. As for money, in exchange for keeping my daughter company, I'll give you twenty thousand dollars a month."

Ivy was stunned to hear she would get twenty thousand a month.

Although she was incredibly tempted, she shook her head and declined.

"That's not necessary, Mr. Foster. I have a job and can earn my own money. I'm already grateful that you've given me a place to live. Taking care of Stella is the least I can do. You don't need to give me any more money."

"Do you have to speak to me so formally? Or do I look that old to you?"

Alaric's face darkened, clearly displeased.

He was only in his early thirties, in the prime of his life.

Why did her tone make him sound like some elderly relative?

Ivy quickly bowed her head in apology. "I'm sorry. I'll be more mindful from now on."

Alaric continued,

"It's exactly as I said. You'll get twenty thousand a month for living expenses, and you are forbidden from telling anyone about our relationship."

Having said his piece, he stood up to leave, only to suddenly realize that this was the master bedroom.

He wasn't the one who needed to leave.

Alaric paused and glanced at the girl standing beside him, who still looked timid, and asked,

"Are you willing to fulfill your duties as a wife?"

Hearing this, Ivy froze and looked up at him.

To her, this man was incredibly tall.

He had to be at least six foot two; she always had to crane her neck to look at him.

Hearing his question, she hastily and guiltily lowered her head, clutching the hem of her shirt tightly, clearly not knowing how to answer.

Seeing her embarrassment, Alaric didn't press the issue and simply said,

"If you ever decide you want to fulfill your marital duties, you can come into this room at night. When that happens, I'll give you another sum of money. You can go back and rest now."

He figured that since he had put it that way.

This girl was probably dying to stay the night.

A vain, materialistic woman would do anything for money.

But a second later.

Ivy bowed deeply and quickly rushed out of the room, leaving without looking back.

Alaric was left speechless.

Ivy went downstairs to the kitchen.

By the time Alaric woke up, dressed impeccably, and came downstairs, Ivy had already prepared breakfast.

Mrs. Gable hurried over after attending to Stella and couldn't help but praise Ivy to Alaric.

"Mr. Foster, Mrs. Foster is so hardworking. She got up at the crack of dawn to get to work. I couldn't even stop her."

"She made all of this herself."

Alaric looked at the girl emerging from the kitchen.

He was clearly a little impressed.

He had assumed she was just a gold-digging trophy wife who would do nothing but lounge around after marrying him.

He didn't expect her to know how to cook.

She was so eager to show off, probably trying to get him to drop his prejudices against her.

Alaric didn't praise Ivy's diligence. Instead, he coldly turned to Mrs. Gable and said,

"If you can't handle your own job, I can easily replace you."

Mrs. Gable panicked upon hearing this and quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I won't do it again. I promise I won't let Mrs. Foster in the kitchen next time."

Ivy was baffled by this exchange and hurriedly tried to explain to Alaric.