Gift? Henry Sullivan stood in place, watching Ivy Miller’s small figure carrying luggage, passing the ticket check and entering the station, finally disappearing from his sight.
To say that his heart wasn’t a bit disappointed would be a lie.
But at this moment, how could he keep her here?
Staying in a place with such harsh conditions, how could he have the heart to let her stay and suffer with him?
Ivy felt a sudden emptiness in her heart after getting on the train; she took out her phone, intending to call him. Follow current novels on novelꜰire.net
But after hesitating for a moment, she decided against it.
Didn’t want him to think she couldn’t live without him.
Henry Sullivan stayed at the station until the train left before he left.
After returning to the military base, he didn’t rush to the office but went back to the dormitory first.
Seeing the gift on the bed, his face alternated between black and white.
This woman, what does she think of him?
Actually left him an inflatable doll.
He took off the note attached and glanced at it: ’Uncle, from now on, you can treat her as me, let her accompany you in lonely nights, from Ivy.’
Henry Sullivan shredded the note, wrapped the inflatable doll in a black plastic bag, and threw it onto a cabinet to the side.
If those few rascals saw it, wouldn’t they laugh him to death?
He made a call to Ivy Miller, and as soon as the phone rang, Ivy happily picked it up.
"Uncle, I just left the city, and you already miss me?"
He twitched his brows, "What rubbish did you leave me, give me your address, and I’ll mail it back to you."
"Oh, no need, I know you’re embarrassed, but it’s nothing, young people use it nowadays."
"Ivy Miller, I’m not joking with you.
For a soldier to have such a thing in his room.
How would it look if it got out?"
Henry was really a bit angry because it was too humiliating.
"Soldiers are human too; don’t they need to solve needs?" Ivy thought this man was truly ungrateful, like a dog biting the hand that feeds him.
"I don’t need it," he suppressed his anger, "send me a message with the address immediately, I’ll mail it back to you.
If you don’t send it, I’ll throw it away, and the loss will be on you."
"Don’t, don’t, you’re really something, won’t even take a free gift.
I’ll send it to you, I’ll send you a message right away, okay?"
Ivy pouted and after hanging up the phone, she sent him the address.
After a ten-plus hour train ride, she finally arrived at the station.
After getting off, she felt like her legs weren’t hers.
She didn’t go home but took a taxi directly to Chloe Wilder’s place.
Suddenly knocking on the door in the middle of the night, she really startled Chloe.
Opening the door and seeing her, Chloe almost felt like she was going to murder her and dispose of the body.
"Sister, I realize you’re really skilled at interrupting other people’s nice dreams.
Darn it, don’t you have a key to my place? Do you have to be such a jerk?"
Ivy grinned and laughed, "I do have the key, but... I forgot to bring it, it’s at home."
"Then why don’t you go home to sleep? I was just dreaming about being with a handsome guy, almost at the last step."
Ivy clicked her tongue twice, tapping her head, "Tsk tsk, poor thing.
Let me tell you, dreaming won’t help, you need real-world experience.
Go, make the bed for me, and I’ll share some insights on transforming into a successful woman."
Chloe looked at this person, immediately feeling a headache coming on.