Seeing her expression full of resentment, Henry Sullivan held back his laughter.
"Leave the sheets, I’ll wash them when I get back at noon. You rest."
He finished speaking and then turned to leave.
Ivy Miller pouted, that jerk.
After he left, Ivy glanced around the room, bored.
This wasn’t how she imagined her visit to be.
Shouldn’t her husband be both surprised and thrilled upon her arrival, then take time off to show her around?
Now it felt like moving from one prison to another.
She exuded an indescribable aura all over, oh right, that aura was called frustration.
She walked to the sofa, kicked off her slippers, lay down, and pulled out her phone to start browsing her Taobao shop.
There was no Wi-Fi here, but luckily she wisely got a data plan.
Not checking in for a day, she found out someone actually inquired about her products.
She smirked mischievously, having some business is a good thing; it kills time.
Selling this kind of stuff, customers generally ask the same questions.
"Dear, is your product genuine? Does the package indicate the product name?"
"The product is a replica with a realistic feel and has a moaning bed function, the sound is very enticing.
My husband personally tested it and said it’s just as good as the real thing, so you can rest assured.
The package will be labeled as daily necessities, no information will be disclosed, absolutely safe.
Just place an order for whichever version you want."
These words were in her notepad, ready to be copied and pasted.
Half an hour later, she successfully got an order, yet again it was the teacher version.
It seems the experienced ones are the most popular.
Wait a minute, is it because she’s not good at that stuff that her husband dislikes her? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelFɪre.net
Normally, shouldn’t the intimacy level skyrocket after sleeping together?
Why hasn’t it with him?
Is it her problem or his?
Ugh, so annoying, she got up, picked up a doll, put it in a black plastic bag, and prepared to ship it out.
After changing outfits, she slung on a backpack, grabbed the plastic bag, and headed out.
The warrior standing guard at the door had changed shifts. When she saw the warrior, she ran up and said: "I’m Henry Sullivan’s wife, I need to mail a package, could you tell me where the nearest courier station is?"
The warrior replied sincerely: "Ma’am, there’s no courier station in this village. The nearest one is in town, more than ten kilometers away."
Ivy felt a twinge of pain at the back of her neck, raised a hand to massage her head, and exhaled: "So can I catch a ride here?"
"No, there usually aren’t any vehicles around here."
Ivy nodded, "Thank you."
Then she stepped aside and had no choice but to call Henry.
The call connected quickly, and Ivy was a bit surprised: "Uncle, you picked up so fast this time."
"Because picking up the phone doesn’t hurt your hands."
Her face darkened, he had heard all her mutterings in the morning about him not answering her calls?
"Why are you calling again?"
Ivy chuckled: "Uncle, first let me declare, I absolutely, absolutely am not trying to cause you any trouble.
It’s just that I need to go to town, but there’s no transport. Could you help me find a ride?"
"Why are you going to town?"
Ivy looked down at the goods in her hand: "Shipping, a customer just bought my product, and I need to send it out."
Henry thought his good temper was nearly worn out.