The door to the duty room closed, and the soldier standing at the doorway was montarily stunned and quickly stepped back a couple of steps, not daring to intervene.
Ivy Miller was too embarrassed to say that Henry Sullivan was shaless in front of these young soldiers.
So she could only slap his back hard: "Put down, I can walk by myself."
Henry Sullivan shouted: "I see you can’t walk, you just talk."
"Henry Sullivan, you bastard, son of a bitch, put down now or I’ll really bite you."
The young soldier gasped, oh my, so soone actually dares to curse at the commander.
How admirable.
The two walked farther and farther away, and Ivy Miller opened her mouth and bit hard into his back.
Henry Sullivan didn’t even make a sound, enduring it all the while.
Only after a long while did Ivy Miller reluctantly release her bite, and by this ti, the two had already returned to the dormitory entrance.
He put her down and pushed her inside the dorm.
Anyway, ever since she arrived these past two days, he had already beco a celebrity in the unit.
People fear fa like pigs fear getting fat; he’s now a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
He locked the door behind them, and Ivy Miller pointed at him, "What do you want to do?"
"Want a divorce, do you?"
"Yes, I want a divorce. I don’t want to live with a man who keeps another woman’s photo in his wallet.
It’s too humiliating. What did I do wrong to have to endure an unfaithful husband?"
"How am I unfaithful," Henry Sullivan furrowed his brows, "she’s already married, and I haven’t done anything with her."
"What do you want to do then? Yes, you definitely want to do sothing with her.
Otherwise, why would you keep the photo so well preserved?
Let tell you, emotional infidelity is the most despicable thing these days.
People who are emotionally unfaithful should be lined up and shot.
No, anyway, n are just no good.
I expected you to be more caring as you got older. Boohoo, I was wrong, I thought wrong.
Mom, I want to go ho."
As she said this, she sat down on the sofa, hugging her knees, and began to sob.
Henry Sullivan stared at this woman. He had gone happily to get lunch earlier and planned to bring so good food back for her.
But it turned out, when he opened his wallet, he found his Security Card was flipped.
When he took it out and flipped it over, he noticed the photo missing, and without thinking, he knew who had taken it.
He ca back, originally just intending to get the photo back, but didn’t expect this whole scene to unfold.
He just wanted the photo, yet she felt wronged, crying like this, as if he’d bullied her.
He went forward and sat down, "Alright, stop crying, if people passing by outside hear, they’ll think I’ve bullied you or sothing."
She got up and moved away from him a bit, "You did bully , you did bully .
You’re married, yet you keep a photo of your ex-girlfriend in your wallet.
You’re irresponsible, you’re not a good man.
You think you’re the only one with an unforgettable ex?
There are many n like you, who acts like you."
He exhaled, took out his wallet, pulled the photo out, and placed it on the table, "Alright, stop crying, the photo is here, you can do whatever you want with it, okay?"
She imdiately stopped crying and looked at him.
Henry Sullivan raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Go ahead, tear it up, throw it away, do whatever you like."
"Can you bear to?"
"I don’t want people saying I’m emotionally unfaithful and irresponsible.
This photo has been in my wallet for nearly ten years, it’s just a habit.
You’re right, since I’m married, it’s indeed inappropriate to keep another woman’s photo in my wallet."
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