After Ivy Miller finished speaking, Henry Sullivan felt somewhat guilty.
Indeed, distant water can’t quench near thirst, he couldn’t do anything for her.
"Check if there’s anything else left behind," he said, then turned around and went into the bedroom to help her check.
Ivy pursed her lips, this man really, would it kill him to ask her to stay a bit?
Forget it, no need to be angry with him.
At the thought that she could leave here tomorrow, her mood instantly became incredibly good.
No more being overly cautious even when showering.
She swore she would never come here again.
After more than twenty minutes, the young warrior from the cooking squad helped deliver the food.
Henry Sullivan said, "Let’s eat, if I took you out there wouldn’t be any good restaurants.
When I get back on vacation, I’ll treat you to something nice."
They were both very silent during the meal, Ivy Miller said, "Uncle, to be honest, I’m leaving, aren’t you secretly happy?"
"I’m not that childish," he still felt a bit awkward.
Unlike when she first came, these few days, he felt that it was nice to have someone waiting at home for him.
At least during this time, he hadn’t thought of Isla Linton.
"I thought about what you said last night."
Ivy looked at him, talking about last night, was it about being transferred back to the troops? "The result of your consideration must be not going back, right?"
"I can’t go back for now, I hope you can understand."
"It’s alright, I’m quite happy living on my own anyway.
Let each of us take care in our own corners of the world."
The way she spoke, it sounded as if they would never see each other again.
"But I’ll come back to see you."
Ivy thought he wouldn’t, he must just want to send her away quickly.
But forget it, she couldn’t be bothered to argue over such useless things.
How can good days be spent in gloom?
Times should be lively.
After the meal, Henry went to return the dishes, and she went to bed early to sleep.
When he returned, she was already lying down.
He stood by the bed for a moment, the rain had stopped, he initially intended to take her out to listen to the sounds of frogs at night here.
She probably wouldn’t dare come back here again in the future.
But since she was asleep, let her sleep.
After cleaning up, he lay down beside her.
Ivy turned to face him: "Uncle, I didn’t throw away that photo; it’s placed in a book on your bookshelf."
Henry turned his head to look at her, and she gave him a slight smile: "When I thought about it, I’m your official wife now, so why should I be afraid of a photo.
If you can’t bear to part with it, just put it back in your wallet."
Henry was silent for a moment, then turned his head back and closed his eyes: "No need, just leave it wherever, aren’t you leaving tomorrow, just sleep."
Ivy propped herself up and kissed his lips, this old guy, she’s leaving, and he still doesn’t want to be affectionate with her.
Did it have to be her, a rotten woman, to take the initiative?
Henry was teased by her, rolled over and took control.
On the last night before going home, he was thoroughly tormented by her twice.
With that, there were no regrets.
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At the train station, she kept smiling brightly: "Uncle, I’m going to enter now, you should go back."
"Can you manage all those bags?"
"Don’t worry, they’re not heavy." She winked at him after speaking: "I left you a gift on the bed, no need to thank me, take care, Uncle."