Chapter 689: Chapter 389: Uncle, Why Are You So Fickle in Love?
Seeing her hurt expression, Henry Sullivan felt a bit guilty.
But he still said, "I’m thirty-seven this year. It’s impossible for a man my age not to have a past. You should know this."
She looked up at him. Yes, she was only twenty-four and she already had a past, didn’t she?
She could have boyfriends before, so why couldn’t the older guy?
Besides, the older guy was honest. He clearly told her that marriage was a way to forget the past, right?
With this thought, she suddenly felt much more comfortable.
She nodded, "That’s right. If you’re thirty-seven and have no past, that would be abnormal.
Since you’re so honest, I’ll be honest too.
I have two reasons for marrying you.
The first is that I want to have a home of my own, a man’s shoulder that belongs solely to me to lean on.
The second is that I like to marry early. Rather than meeting countless people in the vast crowd only to realize they’re all wrong, it’s better to marry when it feels right."
"Feels right?"
"Yeah," Ivy Miller nodded, "The day I met you, my dad told me you were a really good man and that I should seize the opportunity.
At that time, I was somewhat resistant.
I had thought about marrying early, but I had never thought of marrying a man much older through a blind date.
I went to meet you partly out of spite.
I originally intended to meet you and then go home to tell my dad that look, I don’t like the man you introduced.
But then, I don’t know why, after meeting you, I just felt you could be the shoulder I’ve been searching for.
Maybe you think I’m exaggerating, but that’s the truth.
It wasn’t love at first sight, but it definitely touched my heart.
Henry, you want to get married to forget the past, right.
So how long should I give you?
Three months? Five months? A year? Or... is this past of yours so unforgettable that it will be hard to forget for a lifetime?"
Henry Sullivan thought this girl really had a cheerful personality, one minute cloudy, the next sunny.
A woman like this surely wouldn’t get depression.
However, if he really had to say how many years it would take to forget an old love... he truly didn’t know.
It’s been many years now, and every time he thinks of her, it’s still a heart-wrenching pain.
Seeing him not speak, Ivy Miller sighed helplessly, "Oh my gosh, Henry, don’t tell me my love rival is someone you can’t forget for a lifetime, who’s already passed away?"
"Don’t say nonsense. She’s alive and well, it’s just... she’s married. I’m married too. We each have our own lives now."
"She was your first love?"
Henry Sullivan shook his head, "No, the second."
"My gosh, Henry, how can you be so fickle."
Henry gave her a glare, "At my age, liking only two women is fickle?"
"Oh," Ivy Miller scratched her brow.
"Oh? What does ’oh’ mean?" Many times, he could see through many people, but women had always been challenging for him to understand because he couldn’t figure them out.
Or perhaps, he was just naturally untalented in this regard.
"I forgot, you’re much older, not like me."
Henry Sullivan’s face darkened, "Much older? Are you mocking me for being old? What, an old man can’t satisfy you?"