At six in the afternoon, Henry Sullivan brought Wesley Zenith ho.
Upon seeing Wesley Zenith, Ivy Miller felt like it had been over half a century, and was quite surprised.
"Captain Zenith, it’s been such a long, long ti! You’ve gotten darker again."
Wesley Zenith laughed heartily: "Yes, yes, it’s really been a long ti. You’ve gotten fairer.
If the two of us went out for a walk, we’d probably scare people to death with laughter, looking so much like Soul Hooker and ssrs. Black and White."
It had been a while since hearing Wesley Zenith’s humor, and now that she heard it again, it felt quite entertaining.
"Hey, Ivy, tell about the girl coming over later."
"She’s great, my best friend, the kind of friend you wouldn’t trade for ten million dollars."
Ivy Miller felt truly proud of Chloe Wilder.
Not everyone can have such friends; she really felt incredibly fortunate.
"Oh wow, she must be amazing. I have to say, seeing George Sullivan’s life this happy lately, I’m really envious."
Ivy Miller rolled her eyes happily: "Captain Zenith, do you think the old man has been really happy lately?"
"I’m not just flattering you, but since marrying you, he has changed a lot.
Everyone at the unit used to say he finally beca human.
Later, when they heard he was transferring back for you, many were reluctant but felt it was the best change for George Sullivan.
In the past, George Sullivan loved to be overly serious, but now it’s different.
I think it’s all thanks to you.
Love is such a magnificent thing. It can lt a stone in such a short ti; it’s truly remarkable."
Ivy Miller awkwardly scratched her forehead, feeling quite good inside from Wesley Zenith’s words.
Henry Sullivan patted his shoulder: "Alright, let’s chat inside."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock at the door, and Henry Sullivan, who was standing by the door, opened it casually.
The visitor was Chloe Wilder, and seeing Henry Sullivan answered the door, she spoke nervously: "Captain Sullivan, you’re ho."
Henry Sullivan rarely showed a smile, though it looked more like a grimace, but it was progress.
"That’s right, today I’m going to be the chef, co on in."
"Co on in, Chloe," Ivy Miller went over to pull Chloe Wilder inside.
She noticed Chloe Wilder gave Wesley Zenith a glance, blushing slightly.
Wesley Zenith also seed genuinely shy for a mont.
After Ivy Miller introduced the two, she took them to the couch to chat.
The child was sleeping in the bedroom, watched by Nanny Moon.
Henry Sullivan said, "Ivy, co, go grocery shopping with ."
Ivy Miller, keenly aware, patted Wesley Zenith’s shoulder: "Make yourself at ho here, take good care of my friend. We’ll be back shortly."
"Alright, you guys go ahead." Wesley Zenith was actually eager for them to leave so he could have so freedom.
Once George Sullivan left, Chloe Wilder breathed a sigh of relief. After an awkward laugh, Chloe Wilder spoke first: "Um... this is my first ti being set up with a soldier."
"What do you think of soldiers?"
Chloe Wilder giggled sneakily: "My impression of soldiers is limited to Ivy’s dad and Captain Sullivan, both are so serious."
"I don’t know Ivy’s dad, but George Sullivan is an exception in the military.
Not all soldiers are like this; she just happened to pick up this one."
Chloe Wilder smiled, lowering her head. The topic increased trust between them a bit, and they gradually started discussing their own situations.
Away from ho, Ivy Miller clung to Henry Sullivan’s arm as they went grocery shopping outside the military compound.
Ivy Miller chattered along the way: "Do you think these two can hit it off? I’m so hoping they will. What do you think, dear?"
"I’m not a fortune teller, how can I predict? It’s all about their destiny."
Ivy Miller pouted: "I wish they could marry quickly like us."
"Quick marriage? That’s unlikely for them."
"Why?"
"Our situation is different from theirs.
When we were set up, we already understood each other’s family situations.
But they don’t, their current connection is just through you and .
Everything else will have to be discovered through their interactions.
If they get along, the fastest would be three months."
Ivy Miller was pleasantly surprised: "Three months works too! As long as they can make it, I’ll be happy.
If we pull off matchmaking, that’s good karma, right?"
Henry Sullivan nodded, tapping her forehead, "Okay, stop worrying, let’s quickly buy groceries and go back to cook."
When the two returned ho with two bags of groceries, Wesley Zenith and Chloe Wilder were already chatting happily, still laughing when they ca in.
Seeing them return, Chloe Wilder got up to help with the grocery baskets.
Ivy Miller waved her hand: "You don’t need to, not today, you’re the guest. The old man and I will cook."
"You? Can your cooking be eaten?"
Ivy Miller gave her a pat on the shoulder: "Don’t worry, my old man decided to take charge in the kitchen tonight to prevent food poisoning, while I’m just here to cheer him on."
After she finished speaking, Wesley Zenith couldn’t help but laugh from the side.
It’s quite rare for George Sullivan to manage to get to where he is today.
The couple went inside to cook, while Wesley Zenith shared so interesting stories from his ti in the army with Chloe Wilder outside.
Pairing up makes work less tiring.
The whole family didn’t start eating until eight-thirty, and Wesley Zenith was a bit surprised by the dishes Henry Sullivan made.
"Henry, after knowing you for so long, this is the first ti I realized you had this skill."
"I was so busy before. Who had the ti to do this kind of stuff?"
"You’re not exactly free now either," Wesley Zenith looked at him.
Henry Sullivan glared at him, "Eat if you want, don’t talk nonsense if you don’t."
"Eat, eat, I’m just expressing my admiration."
Chloe Wilder said, "So, I guess I’m lucky.
First ti visiting Ivy’s place as a guest and I get to eat a al cooked by George Sullivan."
"Is this your first ti here as a guest?" Wesley Zenith was puzzled; isn’t this Ivy’s good friend?
Ivy Miller grinned mischievously, "We usually eat out. My uncle always looks so stern. My three girlfriends are all scared of him. Even after I got married and invited them over for a al, they just wouldn’t co."
Henry Sullivan snorted, "I’m not going to eat anyone."
Chloe Wilder awkwardly smiled, "Right, right, you don’t eat people; you eat food. But when you glare like that, my body just automatically senses fear. Is that not okay?"
Ivy Miller picked so food for Chloe Wilder, "Alright, it’s always awkward the first ti, but once you’ve done it twice, you get more familiar. You two can co over often to mooch a al after you get married."
Wesley Zenith felt a bit embarrassed, and Chloe Wilder blushed as red as a ball.
She gave Ivy Miller a sideways glance, "Stop talking nonsense, zip it."
Ivy Miller stuck out her tongue and mid zipping her mouth shut.
Henry Sullivan observed the reactions of Wesley Zenith and Chloe Wilder; it seed more or less a done deal.
Ivy Miller’s dream of playing matchmaker was likely coming true.
After dinner, it was a bit late, so Henry Sullivan handed the car keys to Wesley Zenith to take Chloe Wilder ho.
Chloe Wilder politely declined, but the other party insisted on sending her, and in the end, she had to agree.
After the two left, Ivy Miller thought to herself joyfully, "Uncle, Uncle, I think this is going to work."
"I think it should be reliable too."
"Overall, I don’t think our efforts will be in vain this ti."
The two exchanged smiles, waiting for good results.
As they had hoped, in the following month, Chloe Wilder and Wesley Zenith entered a phase of mutual understanding.
Their relationship developed quite quickly. Just a month later, they were already holding hands when they visited the Sullivan family.
That day, Chloe Wilder told Ivy Miller, "Finding a decent man is actually quite difficult.
Wesley Zenith, apart from being a bit dark-skinned, doesn’t have any other flaws.
But his skin tone isn’t natural; it’s the result of hard training in the army.
She likes this kind of hardworking darkness.
Moreover, Wesley Zenith has quite a sense of humor; when I’m with him, he makes laugh from ti to ti.
Really, Ivy, I think you’ve found a good match."
When Chloe Wilder said this, Ivy Miller felt touched and happy inside.
She loved seeing her best girlfriends finding happiness.
Ivy Miller sotis truly felt that Henry Sullivan was a bit of a wizard.
Because in the third month after Wesley Zenith and Chloe Wilder t, they decided to get married.
Upon hearing this news, Ivy Miller started cheerfully nagging Henry Sullivan to open a fortune-telling stall at the footbridge at night.
"Honestly, Uncle, I think no one can surpass you in predicting things like this."
Henry Sullivan laughed helplessly, "That’s not predicting. It’s just normal reasoning."
"How could it be! I have normal reasoning too, but who could say it so accurately, deciding in exactly three months?
Honestly, did you also predict sothing when we went on our blind date?
Did the fortune say it’s a good day to get married, and that’s why you decided to marry when you saw ?"
Henry Sullivan ruffled her hair, "What are you thinking? You really think I’m so kind of sorcerer?
This kind of thing depends on fate. Forget it, forget it, I can’t discuss this with you.
It’s late at night, ti to rest, or you’ll get more excited as we talk."
This woman was a chatterbox, sotis talking excitedly until two o’clock and still not finished.
He did like listening to her babble, but he was concerned about her health. Won should sleep early.
"Got it, got it, going to sleep now. But I still have to say one last thing; Uncle, I admire you, you’re amazing."
After she said that, she turned over and pulled up the blanket, ready to sleep.
Henry Sullivan smiled, hugging her from behind.
They gradually drifted off to sleep, but a sudden text alert interrupted their rest.
Ivy Miller frowned, "Who is texting at this late hour?"
Henry Sullivan picked up his phone and took a glance, seeing it was from Roman Hughes. He opened the ssage grimly, and its contents made him pause, "I just saw Isla at the mall."
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