Ivy Miller dragged another suitcase into the bedroom and laid out her things.
Henry Sullivan followed her in. "How many days do you plan on staying here?"
"A few days? Hmm... I haven’t really decided, but I don’t want to go back these days.
A married daughter staying at home every day makes people talk about me behind my back."
Henry Sullivan frowned, "Didn’t my dad give you the keys to the new house?"
"He did, but I’m too scared to live alone.
Dad wants me to stay with him and mom, but I’m even more scared.
The way mom looks at me is terrifying; I always feel like I’ve done something wrong."
Henry Sullivan snorted, "That’s classic guilty conscience."
"Uncle, is this how you criticize your newlywed wife?
I came all this way to surprise you, and not only are you not happy, but you’re also rejecting me.
Remember, it was you who wanted to get married in the first place.
If you really can’t stand me, why not just throw me out."
She huffed and sat on the bed. Henry Sullivan looked at her and smiled helplessly, "A month at most. After that, you need to go back."
A month? She had only planned to stay for ten days. "Okay, a month it is."
"Not yet. As soon as I got off the train, it started raining. I waited at the station for two hours but it wouldn’t stop.
I was afraid it would get dark and I’d have trouble finding you, so I took a motorcycle cab over."
Henry Sullivan turned and went to the living room to order some noodles for delivery.
Ivy Miller said, "Am I really bothering you being here?"
"It’s not really bothering, but you didn’t give me a heads up, so it affected my plans."
"I don’t need you to plan around me. Do whatever you need to do, you don’t even have to pay attention to me."
Henry Sullivan looked at her, thinking it’s easier said than done.
Judging by her over-the-top demeanor, she didn’t seem like the type to be left alone without supervision.
Within ten minutes, she had messily stacked her things in the room. The noodles arrived, and she went to the living room to eat them while he tidied up the room.
After finishing her noodles, she returned to find the room clean and tidy again, with her belongings nowhere in sight.
"Where are my clothes?"
"I put them in the closet. Don’t scatter your things too messily; it looks bad."
Ivy Miller frowned, "You’re just like my dad. Are you a neat freak?"
"All men in the military are , habitually tidy."
Ivy Miller sighed in frustration and sat on the edge of the bed, "Great, controlled by my dad at home, and now controlled by you here. My dream of living like a slob in a pigsty seems impossible."
"There are actually people who dream of living in a pigsty?
We’ve got those in the military. If you want, I can arrange for you to stay in one tonight.
No need to apply in advance; just show up and you’ll have a place to stay."
After Henry Sullivan finished, Ivy Miller couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "Uncle, can you stop being so serious when you’re joking?"
Henry Sullivan shook his head speechlessly, "That’s fulfilling your wish."
"Oh right, Uncle, didn’t the warrior at the door say you’d gone to the base? How come you’re suddenly back?
Did you sense my mental cry for help or something?"
"Nature didn’t cooperate. The road to the base was washed out by the rain, so we had to turn back.
I can’t hear your mental cries, but I did hear the cries from my bed.
Your clothes are soaking wet; sitting on the bed is making it suffer.
You should change into something dry first." Fresh chapters posted on noⅴelfire.net
She raised an eyebrow and smiled adorably, "Are you just gonna watch me change here? Uncle, you’re quite the person; if you wanted to see me change, just say so."