Henry Sullivan sighed helplessly as he turned around to pick up the phone and call the infirmary: "Xiao Zhang, please bring me some cold medicine, nothing bitter, if possible. Thank you."
Listening to Henry making the phone call, Ivy Miller felt she was no longer that angry.
Strictly speaking, they had a flash marriage.
They registered for marriage right after their first meeting.
As for why they registered... she didn’t know either.
On that blind date day, her dad said, "This young man is good, you should seize the opportunity."
She’d just graduated and had experienced a breakup, so meeting him didn’t bring about any mixed feelings, and they went ahead to get married.
In fact, they hadn’t exchanged many words on their first meeting.
She still remembers, he said: "My name is Henry Sullivan, 37 years old, no bad habits, I currently serve in the combat forces in Weicheng.
At this age, I want to get married and need a wife. If you think it’s suitable, let’s get married; if not, we can finish this tea and part ways."
At that time, she didn’t know why she asked him, "Being thirteen years younger, do you mind?"
"Looks like it doesn’t put me at a disadvantage."
"Then let’s get married."
When she said this, she saw Henry pause, but there were no further procedures, and they registered for marriage that afternoon.
In Xiao Qing’s words, she was typical of seeing beauty and wanting to pounce on the handsome uncle.
Unfortunately, her luck was bad; after registering, this uncle boarded the southbound train back to the army.
As per Xiao Qing’s words, it was like trying to steal a chicken but losing the bait instead.
Ivy Miller glanced around his dormitory, there were two rooms, entering the first room was a small living room with a sofa set, a tea table, and a set of cooking equipment.
To the left of the living room was the bedroom, which was twice the size of the living room, the large bed looked very comfortable.
There was a fairly large window facing south, and to the left of it was a TV with an air conditioner hanging above. For more chapters visit novel•fire.net
His room was kept very clean, completely unlike a bachelor’s place.
After finishing the call and seeing her standing at the bedroom door observing, his face returned to its previously indifferent expression.
"I’ll book the ticket for you now, there’s only one train to Anchester a day, tomorrow at ten in the morning, I’ll take you to the train station."
Ivy Miller puckered her lips, "I’m not going back; I’m here for a family visit, gonna stay for a month."
As she said this, she took off her drenched coat, "Uncle, do you have a place to shower here?"
"Uncle?" Henry Sullivan frowned at her.
Ivy Miller blinked at him, "What’s wrong?"
"Then if I call you hubby, would you dare to respond?" Ivy Miller tilted her chin defiantly.
"You can call me Colonel Sullivan like everyone else."
"But you’re not my colonel, and I’m not your soldier, Uncle or hubby, choose one."
Henry Sullivan stared at her without moving, his eyes as cold as ever.
At first, she pretended not to care, but being stared at for long made her a little uneasy.
"Ahem," she shrugged, "Let’s add another option, darling."
"This is the army, Ivy Miller, be serious."
Ivy Miller sat on the sofa, "Yes, this is the army no doubt, but now I’m your wife. Being too serious with your wife affects family harmony. Surely you don’t want to get a divorce right after marriage; a military divorce is a hassle, I’m tired for your sake."
"Do you want me to send you back now?"