When she said that, Henry Sullivan couldn’t help but look at her twice.
When he was a child, his parents were also in the military.
At that time, they were each busy with their own things, both competitive, both wanting to outdo each other.
There were also very few people who would care about him.
He often went alone to the cafeteria in the military compound to eat.
And he often envied seeing other people’s parents taking their children to the cafeteria to eat together.
Thinking about it, he could count the times he had meals with his parents in a month on one hand.
Thinking about it this way, he and she were actually quite similar.
She seemed very rebellious on the surface, but upon getting to know her, he found she was actually quite conservative and traditional.
Isn’t it a great proof that a girl at her age could maintain her virginity?
She’s only 24 years old, she actually still has plenty of time to have fun and indulge, without thinking about having children.
But in her future, she had included him and children.
He was really curious, how could she trust a man she’s only met once, and even be so willing to marry him and be a wife to him?
While he was thinking, she already served him some food: "Uncle, what are you thinking about, why aren’t you eating?"
"I am eating, you should eat well too."
"Mm," Ivy Miller nodded: "By the way, Uncle, have you ever thought about when to change careers?"
"I haven’t planned on changing careers."
"Ah?" Ivy Miller was taken aback, her chopsticks almost fell: "Then do you plan to stay here for a lifetime?"
"At least for now, I have no plans to relocate."
Ivy Miller pouted at him, didn’t this mean they would always be separated, apart for a long time?
"Uncle, why did you get married?
Was it to fulfill a task assigned by your family? To carry on the family line? Or... do you just need a wife so others know you’re married."
Ivy Miller was indeed curious, why a man got married but never thought about being with his wife.
Either she was not attractive enough, or he never intended to commit to this marriage.
Hearing her question, Henry Sullivan also became more serious, furrowing his brow: "Does the reason matter? We’re already married."
"It’s important to me, Uncle why did you only decide to get married at 37? I’m also quite curious about this, can you answer me?"
Henry Sullivan hesitated for a moment, the truth she might not accept, and he didn’t want to lie.
Seeing his silence, Ivy Miller shook her head: "Uncle, your attitude towards marriage is problematic. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
You were the one who said you needed a wife, but in my view, you don’t seem like someone who needs a wife at all.
You clearly dislike me, and you certainly don’t welcome me here to find you.
I really feel... like I’m an unnecessary presence."
Henry Sullivan put down his chopsticks and looked at her calmly: "I have two reasons for getting married.
The first is I need a wife to silence my parents.
The second is... I want to forget the past."
"The past?" Ivy Miller’s expression grew more serious: "What does your past include?"
"Everything, I want to forget everything about the past, all of it."
Ivy Miller bit her lip and asked again: "Does that include love?"
Henry Sullivan nodded: "That is the part I most want to forget."
Ivy Miller’s eyes showed some bewilderment, she believed she chose the right man.
But ultimately, was it a mistake?