"Then why didn’t you tell him you didn’t know," Ivy Miller looked at Chloe Wilder, silly girl.
"I did, but he said there’s no good outcome from speaking in front of a soldier, scared the hell out of me... huh.
After all, I don’t have experience fighting against such class enemies, so I got bluffed."
Ivy Miller rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Look at you, so timid."
"Hey, I really got scared, can’t you comfort my little heart?"
"Come on, tonight I’ll definitely be in trouble when I get back," she shook her head speechlessly and found a seat to sit down.
Chloe Wilder grinned mischievously, "What could happen, at most he’ll just enforce justice on the spot, you always think about how to knock him down, see, I’m helping him fall into your trap."
Thinking of one time Henry Sullivan punished her, making her sleep in fear, she glared at Chloe, "What do you know?"
"What, do you think he’ll make you kneel on a washboard? No way, right?"
Ivy Miller tossed her hand, "You don’t understand, if my big guy sees me dressed , he’ll lecture me for over two hours, he doesn’t let me wear short skirts."
Chloe Wilder spat out her drink with a puff. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Ivy Miller glared at her, "Are you serious, you’re just spitting out such expensive wine."
"Who... who spat, I was laughing," Chloe Wilder patted her on the shoulder sympathetically, "Then I’ll just mourn for your future, please accept my condolences."
After saying that, she walked over to Mila Hughes and a few senior brothers.
Ivy Miller thought, what should I do tonight, I’m in no mood to play at all.
When the room door closed, Henry Sullivan and Owen Lennon were isolated from the outside noise.
Owen Lennon personally poured a glass of wine for Henry Sullivan, "I say, man, well done, your secrecy work is impressive.
The whole world was worried about you, and it turns out you got married? And none of us knew? What were you thinking?"
"Would you believe me if I say I wasn’t thinking anything?" Henry Sullivan crossed his arms and lightly swirled his wine glass.
"What do you mean you weren’t thinking and just got married?"
Henry Sullivan smiled helplessly, "At that time I really wasn’t thinking about anything, just happened to meet Ivy Miller on a blind date, felt like I could marry her, so I got the certificate right away."
"A quick marriage?" Owen Lennon shook his head, "Alright, impressive, totally not your style, Henry Sullivan."
"What style should Henry Sullivan have?"
"How should I put it... at least not like you are now."
Henry Sullivan looked down with a smile, "Some things are unpredictable."
"So, have you forgotten about that person? Completely kicked them out of your world?"
Henry Sullivan certainly knew what Owen Lennon was talking about, his expression darkened, "People always need to spend time doing some things."
"The way you say it sounds fancy, so you haven’t forgotten."
"I’m trying my best, two months ago I didn’t understand this truth, but now I’ve figured it out.
I’ve married Ivy Miller, I have to take responsibility for her life."
Owen Lennon clinked glasses with him, "Those are manly words, I support you, that little girl at the door seemed nice, since you’re together, live well."
Thinking of the little girl at the door, Henry Sullivan got a bit angry, "After I return to the army, you help me keep an eye on her.
If she dresses like that again and comes here with a group of men, call and tell me."
He couldn’t believe it, could this Ivy Miller really turn the world upside down.