Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 132

Alaric had always prided himself on his absolute iron-clad self-control.

Even if a gorgeous woman threw herself completely at him, he wouldn't flinch.

Yet with Ivy merely sitting beside him, pressing gently against his side, he felt himself entirely losing control. His palms were slick with sweat, and he hit the wrong keys several times.

Even his footwork on the pedals grew clumsy and stiff.

His voice turned rough and husky, and his breathing grew noticeably erratic.

But the one who broke first was Ivy.

She shot up abruptly, dropping a panicked, incoherent excuse. "I... I need to use the restroom."

Before Stella could even process the words, Ivy had already bolted out the door.

Stella pouted, looking at her dad in total confusion.

"Daddy, are you guys really hot? Why are your and Mommy's faces so red, like you're on fire?"

Alaric took a deep, steadying breath and turned to his daughter.

"Your mommy's face was red too?"

He hadn't even possessed the courage to turn his head and look at the girl beside him.

Could Ivy have been just as profoundly affected as he was?

Was she reminiscing about that night too?

Alaric genuinely hoped Ivy would take the initiative.

Maybe if she actually tried to seduce him, he'd be in a good enough mood to reward her with a lot more perks.

For his daughter's sake, he might even be willing to keep this marriage going indefinitely.

"Mommy's face was even redder than yours!"

Stella was completely innocent, simply stating exactly what she saw.

Hearing this, Alaric concluded that Ivy's emotional state was entirely mirroring his own.

He pulled his daughter close, speaking with gentle patience. "Let's call it a night, okay? Go back to your room and get some sleep. Daddy will teach your mommy more when he has free time."

Stella tilted her head in thought, her beautiful big eyes sparkling before she nodded.

"Okay."

"Good girl, go get washed up."

She tiptoed over to the child's room and found that Mrs. Gable had already tucked Stella into bed. Ivy crept over, intending to quietly slip under the covers beside the little girl.

Stella's eyes suddenly flew open, and she grinned.

"Mommy, what are you doing? Are you trying to sneak in and sleep with me again?"

Ivy gave an awkward laugh, nuzzling into the little girl's soft, sweet-smelling shoulder.

"Stella, let me sleep with you. I missed you so much! I just can't fall asleep at night without you here. Please, please let me sleep with you, okay?"

She faked a dramatic sob, sniffling loudly.

Stella knew she was completely faking it and refused to buy a second of it, sitting up to issue her command.

"No way. Other people's mommies and daddies always sleep in the same bed. What kind of marriage is it if you sleep with me?"

"I still need you and Daddy to give me a little brother or sister."

The little girl pointed fiercely at the door, putting on a stern scowl.

"Go back to Daddy's room right now, before I have to drag you there myself."

Ivy was utterly speechless.