Thinking about Isla, Ivy Miller shook her head, "Nothing, just feeling a bit down."
"Feeling down and you turn off your phone?"
"Why not?" Ivy raised an eyebrow, "That’s what girls do these days; feeling down ans shutting off."
"I think that’s a problem with girls these days. You don’t learn the good things, only the useless ones."
Ivy wasn’t pleased, "I didn’t expect you’d co looking for . How was I supposed to know you’d return?"
"You never call first. Last night was the first ti you did, and after you abruptly hung up, I couldn’t reach you again.
If you were , wouldn’t you be worried?
And you even mind coming back. Should I have just left you here to fend for yourself?
What if sothing happened to you?"
"Even if sothing did happen to , do you think you could make it back in ti to help from so far away?
To collect my body? No need, okay? My parents are right in Anchester; they can do that for ."
Henry Sullivan slamd his chopsticks down on the table, glaring at her furiously.
Ivy felt a bit guilty, "Why are you glaring at ? Did I say sothing wrong?
That’s just how it is. You’re stationed in such a remote place.
To see you, I have to take a whole night’s bus.
Similarly, if sothing happened to , you’d have to take the sa amount of ti to get back.
In those dozen hours, I could have had a baby, or died a hundred tis over."
Henry looked at her, and in his heart, he knew she made a lot of sense.
But even if it was reasonable, she shouldn’t be saying such pessimistic things.
He stood up and went into one of the bedrooms, closing the door behind him.
Ivy, sitting at the dining table, was dumbfounded.
What does that an? He’s unhappy and went to hide in the room?
Ivy scoffed and put down her chopsticks, thinking their reunion was totally ssed up.
It was really annoying.
She hated going to bed upset the most.
Since Henry entered the room, he hadn’t co out.
Ivy thought he might be sulking, so at ten, she softly went to the bedroom, pushed the door open, and took a peek.
Turns out... the old man was asleep and snoring peacefully.
If she hadn’t had a good attitude, Ivy thought the Primordial Fire would have reduced that man to ashes already.
She slamd the door shut, grabbed a quilt, and headed to the living room. Fine, she’d sleep on the sofa.
The next day, sunlight shone on Ivy’s eyes, making her squint and wake up.
Finding herself asleep in the living room, she rembered what happened yesterday.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes, hearing sounds from pots and pans clattering in the kitchen.
The morning was a bit chilly, so she wrapped a towel around herself and walked to the kitchen door, pushing it open.
Henry was wearing an apron, cooking noodles. Seeing her, he glanced over, "Wash your face and get ready to eat."
Ivy pouted, wondering what ga he was playing now, acting as if they hadn’t argued last night.
Could this guy really be more than he seems?
He made her feel like a lunatic while he acted like nothing happened.
How did she feel this guy was even more impressive than Nezha?
Nezha caused a scene and got punished by his father, but this guy seed to defy the heavens.
"Why are you standing there? Go wash your face. After breakfast, I’ll take you back ho."
"Ho? Which ho?"
"My ho. My dad asked us to co back for lunch."
Thinking of her mother-in-law, Ivy instantly felt a headache coming on.
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