Henry Sullivan’s body stiffened for a moment, then he separated himself from her.
Just as he was about to say something, he heard Ivy Miller say, "You don’t know how unlucky I’ve been today.
The weather forecast clearly said it wouldn’t rain here when I was on my way.
But as soon as I arrived, it started raining. Fine, Weicheng doesn’t welcome me.
When I got here, people even told me you had gone to the base.
I was almost thinking of whether to sleep on the roadside tonight.
Boohoo, why aren’t you here? No one even knows you’re married."
"And you have the nerve to cry. There are rules in the military; you need to inform me in advance if you’re coming to visit so I can submit a report."
"I grew up in the military compound. How could I not know about such rules?"
Ivy Miller’s father was promoted by Henry Sullivan’s father when he was still in the army.
But later, Henry Sullivan’s father went into business professionally.
While Ivy Miller’s father rose all the way to the official rank of a regiment-level officer.
So indeed, she grew up in the military compound, but lived in the family quarters, completely different from the combat units here.
Henry Sullivan frowned; she really rebutted him every step of the way.
Behind him, a car door opened, and a man slightly shorter than Henry Sullivan stepped out.
As the street lights weren’t too bright, Ivy Miller only glanced at him roughly, thinking he might be a bit older than Henry Sullivan.
"Oh, so it’s the sister-in-law. Hello, sister-in-law."
Hearing herself being called sister-in-law, Ivy Miller was a bit surprised, feeling her eyes deceived her, "Hello, hello, I’m Ivy Miller, just call me Ivy."
"I’m Wesley Zenith, a comrade of Captain Sullivan, a close comrade."
Ivy Miller frowned, "Captain Zenith, did you know about Henry Sullivan’s marriage?"
"Our Captain Sullivan can really keep secrets. This is the first time I’ve heard about this."
Ivy Miller glared at Henry Sullivan with gritted teeth, feeling that all her friends worldwide knew she was married, yet he was still pretending to be a single young man here.
"Alright, it’s pouring rain. Let’s head inside first and talk."
Ivy Miller huffed, turning her back on him.
Henry Sullivan frowned, wondering what kind of attitude this was.
"What, are you really deciding to sleep by the roadside tonight?"
Ivy Miller was taken aback. She was nearly frozen, and this guy was still provoking her without any courtesy.
But a wise person doesn’t stand on immediate losses. She pointed to a tricycle ahead, "All my luggage is in the tricycle."
Henry Sullivan called two warriors to help with the luggage, then got in the car, and the luggage was also loaded onto the car.
After Ivy Miller thanked the motorcycle taxi driver, she got back into the car.
Wesley Zenith took the front passenger seat, and she sat with Henry Sullivan in the backseat.
All the houses here were uniform bungalows. When they arrived at Wesley Zenith’s dormitory entrance, Wesley Zenith got out, "Sister-in-law, let’s have lunch together tomorrow to welcome you."
"Sure," she happily smiled at Wesley Zenith.
However, Henry Sullivan gave Wesley Zenith a glare, "She’ll be heading back at noon tomorrow."
Ivy Miller turned her head to glare at him, and Henry Sullivan pretended not to see.
Wesley Zenith returned to his dormitory, and the driver took the two of them back to Henry Sullivan’s dormitory.
The warrior helped her carry the luggage inside the dormitory and then left.
Henry Sullivan closed the door, and Ivy Miller pouted, following him, "What does it mean by I’m heading back at noon tomorrow?
Are you trying to chase me away? I took an eleven-hour train ride to surprise you.
Even if I didn’t tell you in advance, and the surprise turned into a shock, you don’t have to be .
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She sniffled and pouted, "I caught a cold in the rain."