Everyone was curious, what kind of woman could win over Captain Sullivan.
The petite woman who came out of Captain Sullivan’s room really surprised everyone.
She was very beautiful, her big eyes seemed to speak, her skin was snow-white, like a porcelain doll.
She was slim and slender, her fashion sense was impeccable, very stylish.
She was probably only about five feet three, standing next to the tall and robust captain, she must look like a child.
Seeing the glances from everyone, she raised her hand and waved at them.
At that moment, a low shout came from not far away: "What are you doing?"
Ivy Miller turned her head when she heard Henry Sullivan’s voice and saw him carrying two iron mugs, apparently having gone to get food.
She smiled and walked up: "Oh, uncle, you’re so diligent, you even know how to feed your wife."
Henry Sullivan turned and scolded the warriors practicing not far away: "Go to the front field and give me a good run, no one less than ten laps."
The group mourned internally, just curiosity, and now they were being punished.
The squad leader led the group away, and Henry Sullivan turned his gaze back to Ivy Miller: "What are you doing out here?"
"I’m here visiting family, not imprisoned, can’t I come out?"
Seeing her not backing down at all, Henry Sullivan sighed slightly in his heart.
Is there ever a time when this woman doesn’t talk back?
He turned and opened the door, and Ivy Miller followed him inside.
Despite the little spat in the early morning, neither of them felt any awkwardness. The source of this content ɪs NoveIＦire.net
He placed breakfast on the tea table in front of the sofa: "I have to go to the barracks now, call me if you need anything."
"Ah, today’s Saturday, aren’t you taking a break?"
"Then won’t you take a few days off to accompany me?"
"This is the military, I’m a soldier, if you’re going to be a military wife, you must be prepared.
Stay here as long as you want, if you don’t want to stay, I’ll send a car to take you away today."
Ivy Miller pouted at him.
He showed no sign of pity and turned to leave.
Ivy Miller sat down with a huff, took out her phone and called Chloe Wilder, who answered sleepily.
"Sis, what’s wrong with you, it’s 7:15 in the morning, are you crazy?
I rarely get a day off, can’t you let me sleep in?"
Ivy Miller sighed in frustration: "Chloe, tell me, are all these uncles so difficult nowadays?"
On the other end, Chloe Wilder’s voice became a bit clearer: "Why? Didn’t you manage it again? That’s why I told you, if things don’t look good, just come back.
There are no three-legged toads, but two-legged men are everywhere, okay?"
"No, it’s not that, I did get it, but he’s so cold."
"Cold in which area?" Chloe Wilder was surprised: "Then you definitely have to leave, these days, happiness is more important, okay."
"Come on, listen to me finish.
In that area, he’s still pretty good, at least I think he’s really great.
But when we got up this morning, he was still cold to me.
Like... how should I put it, it’s like I’m not his wife, just a child or something.
He talks to me in the same tone as he scolds soldiers."
"I say, why do you care so much about this uncle, could it be that you genuinely like him?"
"Not really, I just find him quite pleasing to the eye.
Didn’t I tell you before, the first time I saw him, I felt very safe.
Do you think this uncle doesn’t like me?"