Watching her jog down the mountain, Henry Sullivan couldn’t help but frown as he followed behind.
Going downhill, she was quick on her feet and didn’t complain about being tired.
She reached the foot of the mountain first, and he leisurely walked down to her side.
"I was thinking just now, as a military wife, you can’t be so lax with yourself.
Starting tomorrow, you have to get up in the morning and run with me."
"Why should I," Ivy Miller glared at him, "I’m not your soldier."
"If you were my soldier, I’d have you run with me morning, noon, and night."
After saying this, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked ahead, and Ivy Miller quickly ran up to catch him: "Uncle, are you messing with me?"
"Why would I mess with you, I’m a soldier, I don’t joke around."
Ivy Miller scoffed, "I’ve met many soldiers, but I’ve never seen one who doesn’t joke.
Let me tell you uncle, I’m the type who responds to kindness rather than force.
If you coax me, maybe I’ll run with you, but if you don’t, then I’m the type who’d rather die than yield."
Henry Sullivan glanced at her: "Then we’ll see."
"Tch," Ivy Miller raised her eyebrows, "We’ll see then."
Back in the dorm, Henry Sullivan checked his watch: "In half an hour, I’ll go get us some food.
Before that, I want to finish what I started saying on the mountain."
Ivy Miller’s curiosity was piqued: "There’s more? Go ahead then."
Henry Sullivan thought for a moment and said, "I’ve explained everything about Isla clearly.
I know that I’m married now, and the past should be left behind.
Although I haven’t completely achieved that, I will try my best.
If you feel it’s unfair to you, you can express your thoughts.
I’m telling you this story because I want you to know that I’m serious about both life and marriage.
Now that we’re married, don’t casually bring up divorce all the time.
I hope that in the future, when there’s something between us, you won’t keep bringing this up.
This matter ends here; I hope it won’t be mentioned again.
If you don’t ask, I won’t mention it. Can you do that?"
Ivy Miller pouted: "Uncle, what do you take me for? I’m a well-educated person, okay?
I understand the necessary things, okay?
In your past relationship, you were so pitiful, why would I keep bringing it up to upset you?"
"And another thing, stop mentioning ’pitiful’ all the time. It’s normal for someone approaching forty to have had a breakup, while someone young like you hasn’t had one would be abnormal."
"Right, right, uncle, whatever you say is right.
It was my mistake to say that, you’re not pitiful.
Uncle, you’re not pitiful at all.
Nowadays, who hasn’t been dumped before?
You can just see it as gaining relationship experience.
Even finding a job requires experience now.
When it comes to marriage...huh, that’s acceptable too."
She finished with a toothy grin, her eyes nearly reaching the sky.
Henry Sullivan sighed helplessly, this woman... is she looking for trouble?
If she were his soldier, he would have immediately punished her by making her run thirty laps around the playground.
She should be grateful she’s not.
What kind of logic is this, what on earth is in this woman’s mind? Chapters first released on novel[f]ire.net
He really wanted to pry it open and take a look. Seeing her fake smile, Henry Sullivan couldn’t be bothered to argue with her any further.
He shot her a sideways glance and went to get food with the mess tin and tray.
Ivy Miller pouted, what kind of expression was that on that uncle’s face, looking at her with such disdain, tch, truly a case of a dog biting Lu Dongbin, unable to recognize a good heart.