Chapter 678: Chapter 378: We are ill and still need treatment, don’t you think?
Henry Sullivan stared at her face: "What, do you want me to sleep here?"
"I don’t really... It’s not like I want that, I just think, well, we’re married.
If you really hated me, you wouldn’t have married me.
Since we’re married, and I’ve come here myself, how could you be... so indifferent.
Don’t worry, my friend may speak out of turn, but she’s actually quite nice.
Even though I won’t run away because of what she said about you not being capable.
But if there’s a problem, it should be treated, don’t you think?"
Henry Sullivan threw his pillow onto the bed and began to take off his clothes.
This little woman really needs to be taken care of; he’s usually not someone who gets easily angered, but now... he feels that if he doesn’t do something, he’ll truly lose face.
Ivy Miller just stared at him, watching him take off his shirt, and felt herself swooning.
Eight-pack abs, a perfect V-taper... these were no longer just fantasies.
Her husband had them, and she stared at his abs giggling, completely oblivious to the dangerous look in Henry Sullivan’s eyes.
Henry Sullivan walked to the bed: "Lights on or off?"
"Huh?"
"I’m asking you, do you want to do it with the lights on or off."
Ivy Miller was stunned, staring at him. He wanted to do it with her? So abruptly?
Could her earlier words have touched his male pride?
"If you say nothing, we’ll do it with the lights on," she was his wife, so it was reasonable.
"Uh, lights off." She raised a small hand and pointed at the bulb above.
Henry Sullivan turned off the light casually, the curtains were tightly drawn, and the room instantly became pitch black.
If not for the occasional flashes of lightning illuminating the room, Ivy Miller would have thought they were underground.
Henry Sullivan didn’t actually expect that this little girl could provoke him.
He hadn’t felt any urges about men and women matters for many years.
After Isla Linton, he hadn’t loved anyone else, nor thought about marrying anyone.
If it weren’t for his mother threatening him, the blind date four months ago wouldn’t have happened at all.
In fact, his father arranged more than one blind date for him that day, including Ivy Miller.
If he remembered correctly, there were four.
Ivy Miller was the second one he met; the first girl was also from a military family.
But she wore a uniform and had a stern demeanor.
When they met, they said nothing to each other; he said he was at an age to marry and needed a wife, had no bad habits, asked if she wanted to continue, and if not, they could just finish the meal and part ways.
His intention was simple: scare her off and make the blind date fail.
He didn’t think he could love and marry someone else while still having someone else in his heart.
Marriage, to him, was just a duty.
As expected, the female officer stood up and left without even finishing the meal.
In the same place, in the same seat, Ivy Miller arrived half an hour later.
After hearing the same words, she didn’t get angry or leave but simply asked if he could accept someone 13 years younger.
He didn’t seem to mind the age difference; after all, it would be a loveless marriage.
Her words surprised him; she stood up and said, "Then let’s register for marriage."
Thinking back now, he wonders what mindset led him to actually get that marriage certificate then.
Impulse? Maybe.
Henry Sullivan got onto the bed, the mattress dipped inward slightly under his weight.
Ivy Miller felt a wave of nervousness, it was happening, it was happening.