She pouted and smiled, stepping forward to hold Henry Sullivan’s arm: "Mister, you ca out so quickly."
"What, haven’t had enough fun yet?"
Ivy Miller stuck out her tongue: "No, it’s just... um, I thought you and your friend, reunited after a long ti, might not have had enough fun yet."
Henry Sullivan pointed towards the door: "Co ho with ."
"Okay," she said goodbye to a few friends and then dejectedly followed behind Dylan Moore out of the bar.
As soon as they stepped out, he reached out to hail a cab, while she stood ten ters away, not daring to get closer, because as soon as they left the bar, his face darkened.
Ivy Miller stood at a distance, and a drunken man stumbled out of the bar towards her.
The man reached out to pull Ivy Miller’s arm: "Hey little lady, long night ahead, how about joining for a drink and a chat?"
Ivy Miller struggled a bit but couldn’t break free: "Hey, who do you think you are? Don’t ss around."
"? I’m your sweetheart," he said with a teasing smile. "Co on now, no need to be shy, I’m a gentle guy who’ll treat you well."
Henry Sullivan, with a dark face, approached and pulled Ivy Miller away from the man. The man pushed him: "Who are you, daring to snatch her from , this lady is already my reservation."
"You’ve ’reserved’ my wife? You’re asking for trouble." Henry Sullivan’s face was as dark as a thundercloud: "I think this needs to be discussed properly at the police station."
The man hesitated: "You’re saying she’s your wife? Stop bluffing, who’d believe you, with you two at that age..."
Henry Sullivan imdiately took out his phone and dialed three digits: "Is this the police? There’s soone here harassing my wife."
The man turned and ran away: "All right, all right, man, you win, I’m leaving, okay?"
After he ran off, Ivy Miller frowned and looked at him: "Mister, did you really call the police?"
"Just bluffing him."
"Then why didn’t you punch him?"
"I’m a soldier, it’s a waste of my fist on soone like that."
"He was harassing your wife."
"If you don’t want to be harassed, dress a bit more," he snorted coldly after saying that, and walked away. If he hadn’t been there today, wouldn’t she have been at a loss?
This silly woman, really daring to ss around, next ti he’d have to tell Owen Lennon so from now on, whenever this woman cos to play here, soone has to escort her ho.
He pulled her into a taxi. Ivy Miller scratched her eyebrow but didn’t say anything. He told the taxi driver the address, and Ivy Miller was surprised: "How... how did you know where I live?"
"I’ve mailed you a package before."
Ah, right, he had mailed her a doll back. She pouted: "Mister, are you going to my place?"
"Or would you like to dress like that and co to my house?
If my mom sees you like this, she’ll probably nag you later.
My own place hasn’t had people living in it for a long ti; the bedding hasn’t been aired out, and it’s unlivable."
Ivy Miller waved her hand: "Alright, alright, to my place then, I’d rather die than go to your house, I’m really scared of your mom."
At the door, Ivy Miller stopped him: "Mister, maybe you can wait outside for a mont while I go in and tidy up?"
Henry Sullivan spread out his hands: "Give the keys."
Seeing the look in his eyes that left no room for argunt, Ivy Miller pouted and placed the keys in his palm.
He opened the door and stood at the entrance, frowning at the house that was so ssy there was hardly room to stand. Is this a place where people could live? He was considering whether he really should transfer back.
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