Henry Sullivan frowned: "Crazy."
After he said that, he hung up the phone, but based on his brief understanding of this little woman,
he felt she was definitely capable of doing such a thing.
So he got up, left the office, and quickly headed downstairs toward the dormitory.
Ivy Miller heard the busy tone on the other end of the call and felt a bit frustrated.
She threw her phone into her pocket and walked straight to the center of the sports field.
Enough, this old man needs a bit of a thrill.
Otherwise, she feared he might actually drive her away.
She stood in the middle of the field, just about to call Henry Sullivan again when she saw him jogging over from afar.
Seeing him, Ivy Miller’s face instantly filled with a huge smile.
She stuffed her phone back into her bag, clasped her hands behind her back, and looked at him with utter joy.
Henry Sullivan only slowed down when he was almost in front of her.
He walked over and glared at her: "What are you doing standing here, woman?"
"Confessing, of course."
"Saying you love me? Do you really love me?" For original chapters go to novèlfire.net
Ivy Miller thought about it: "Of course I do, why wouldn’t I love you? You’re my husband, aren’t you? If I don’t love you, should I love someone else?"
Henry Sullivan gritted his teeth and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards the dormitory. Ivy Miller giggled.
He glared at her: "What are you laughing at?"
"Uncle, are you so afraid of embarrassment?
Is marrying a wife who loves you something to be embarrassed about?"
"What do you know," once back at the dormitory, he shut the door and released her hand.
"Listen, Ivy Miller, this is the military, you better not mess around, otherwise I’ll pack you up and send you back to Anchester right now."
Ivy Miller shook her head, crossing her arms: "Where would you find packaging big enough for me? Besides, express services don’t allow shipping of living beings."
Seeing him so angry he was practically grinding his teeth, Ivy Miller chuckled and hooked her arm through his.
"Uncle, why are you so hot-headed? It’s bad for your liver.
Look, we have our marriage certificate, we’ve slept together, we’re a couple, aren’t we?
Conversations between couples should be a bit more relaxed.
Are you seriously expecting me to salute and stand at attention like a warrior when speaking to you?"
Henry Sullivan took a deep breath, trying to restrain his temper from flaring up.
"Let me stress this again, this is the military.
If you want to stay here for a while, you better behave properly."
"And what if I don’t listen?" Ivy Miller asked with a playful smile.
"Then I’ll have to call your father and ask him to come get you."
Ivy Miller’s face darkened; this guy, to actually use her dad to pressure her.
Seeing Ivy Miller’s expression soften a bit, Henry couldn’t help but smile inwardly.
Luckily, he had called her father from the office earlier this morning.
Otherwise, he might really have had trouble scaring her now.
Ivy Miller pouted: "You didn’t tell my dad I’m with you, did you?"
"Hey, Henry Sullivan, why did you tell my dad about my business?
Do you not understand the concept of respecting others?"
"The conditions here are limited, and your father would be worried to know you’re suffering here.
He originally planned to send someone to pick you up today.
But I’ve already told him that you want to stay here for a few days.
I’ll do my best to take care of you.
But if you don’t behave... I can send you away whenever I want.
You understand what I mean, right?"
Ivy Miller glared at the man in front of her, furious at his deviousness.