Buying My Forever Wife novel Chapter 249

After getting Stella settled in bed, Ivy tossed and turned, completely unable to fall asleep.

She wandered out to the living room, leaving the lights off, and curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at the glittering city skyline.

The view was breathtaking.

But the sheer size of the empty penthouse only amplified her crushing sense of loneliness.

She couldn't stop wondering what Alaric and Elena were doing right now back at The Starlight Estate.

If Elena demanded he sleep with her in exchange for the antidote, would he do it?

Ivy felt sure that for Stella's sake, he would.

Besides, what man would ever push away a woman throwing herself at him?

To most guys, that kind of dynamic was probably a massive turn-on.

The sharp ache in her chest flared up again.

Desperate to numb the suffocating pain, her eyes landed on the fully stocked wine cabinet.

She didn't know the first thing about expensive liquor, but alcohol was alcohol, right?

A half-glass wouldn't hurt.

Ivy grabbed a random bottle, popped it open, and carried it back to the sofa, taking slow, deliberate sips.

Before she knew it, she had polished off nearly half the bottle.

Her head spun violently, and she finally drifted off, curled into a tight ball against the cushions.

When Alaric walked through the door, the ambient glow of the city lights pouring through the massive windows illuminated the living room enough that he didn't need to flip a switch.

He immediately spotted the small figure huddled on the sofa.

Slipping into a pair of house shoes, he walked over quietly and sat down beside her.

He noticed the open bottle of high-proof alcohol on the coffee table and the nearly empty glass beside it.

She was sitting alone in the dark, drinking herself into oblivion.

Given the alcohol content, she was undoubtedly wasted.

He reached out to scoop her up and carry her to bed.

But the movement jolted Ivy awake.

The room spun wildly around her as she blinked up at the blurry face hovering above.

Startled, she reached out, her hands clumsily feeling his features.

"Mr. Foster... is that you?"

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