Ivy Miller smirked at him: "You have a house in Anchester? Uncle, could it be your secret base when you were dating Isla Linton?"
Henry Sullivan crossed his arms: "It’s not."
"Then why did you buy a house?"
"When I was young, I made some money with Hunter Warren through stock trading.
That money wasn’t enough for anything big, so I bought a small apartment.
Sometimes when I had a fight with my family, I would move out and live there for a while.
Later... I let a girl live there for some time, and it’s been empty ever since."
"A girl? You seem to have quite a few girls."
Henry Sullivan gave her a sidelong glance: "I only have that one sister, she’s now Hunter Warren’s wife, stop talking nonsense."
Ivy Miller pouted: "Who’s talking nonsense? I was just asking casually."
"Being all sarcastic, is that casual asking?"
"Of course, otherwise, do you think I was asking formally?" The car stopped at the housing complex Henry Sullivan had specified.
He led her upstairs, and as soon as Ivy Miller entered, she felt a surge of comfort: "This house really feels nice."
Henry Sullivan looked at her: "What’s up?"
"It has a very cozy feel to it.
"Indeed it is, but unfortunately, no one’s living here. You should stay here from now on.
The place you’re living at is too far from downtown, and it’s inconvenient for a girl to live alone."
Ivy Miller smiled: "But if I live downtown, I’d still be alone, and it’s quite boring too."
Henry Sullivan understood what she meant. He walked silently to the window and looked out.
Seeing his gloomy expression, she shrugged and turned to explore the house. After inspecting each room, she was about to say she really liked the house and planned to move in a few days later.
But then he said quietly, "Wait for me till the end of the year, I’ll apply to transfer back by then."
Ivy Miller stood still in shock: "Uncle, what did you say?"
Henry Sullivan turned to look at her: "You heard it clearly, why make me repeat it."
"But... I can’t believe it, didn’t you say you liked your current unit, why would you..."
"I’ve thought carefully about what you said, and I think you have a point.
We’re already married, but we’ve been living apart all this time...
If one day, you need me here and I can’t even help you.
That’s not how marriage should be.
Either you move with me to my unit, or I come back.
I know you can’t accept the life there, so if we want our marriage to continue, I have to come back."
Ivy Miller looked at him in amazement, he was actually willing to give up his beloved career for their marriage.
She wondered if she was dreaming.
How did this uncle suddenly become so perceptive?
She walked up and grabbed his wrist: "Uncle, you didn’t drink this morning, right?
I’m taking your words seriously, no going back, or I’ll make a scene at your workplace."
"Don’t worry, I’m not that bored," he laughed, ruffling her hair: "Come on, let’s go home for dinner."
"Mm," Ivy Miller thought this really was good news, once married, things should be , right?
By the time they reached the Sullivan family villa, it was almost half-past twelve. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel-fire.ɴet
As soon as they entered, Henry’s mother came up to tightly hug him: "Son, you’re finally back, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you."
Henry Sullivan slowly pushed her away, and Ivy Miller once again saw the subtle detachment he had with his mother, a feeling she noticed the first time their two families had dinner together.