Chapter 700: Chapter 400 The Photo of a Woman in His Wallet
"I don’t want it," she turned away in a huff.
Henry Sullivan ignored her, telling the clerk, "Find one of each of these four styles that fits her."
"Hey, I don’t want those pants. I’ll look like an old lady if people see me in them."
Henry glared at her, "Why are you so picky? As a soldier’s wife, dressing like that, aren’t you ashamed?"
"So what, lots of wives in our military family quarters dress like this. You’re just old-fashioned."
"I can’t control others’ wives, but mine can’t.
Your thighs are for showing off to other men?"
Hearing this, Ivy Miller thought, seriously, what kind of justice is this?
She just wanted to be a bit flamboyant, why was it so difficult?
At home, her dad nagged, and here, her husband nagged.
"Am I still a three-year-old child that you have to decide what I wear?"
"Then choose for yourself. Should I take you to the train station right now, or will you obediently wear the clothes I bought?"
She glared at him in defiance; he just threatened her back, "Fine, don’t pick for me, I’ll pick myself."
She walked around the store, skipping the dresses and looking for pants, wide-leg pants.
She was already slim, and slightly oversized pants immediately looked like wide-leg pants on her legs.
Seeing her petite frame insisting on wearing size XL, he just thought to himself, she really knows how to make things difficult.
After buying four outfits and four pairs of pants, she turned to him and held out her hand, "Wallet."
Dylan Moore pulled out the wallet from his pocket and handed it to her, quite willingly.
Ivy Miller only raised an eyebrow and smiled at this point, now that’s more like it.
He was the one forcing her to buy, so he should pay.
She took his wallet and walked to the clerk, "Boss, how much?"
"A total of one hundred eighty. Since you bought so much, I’ll make it one hundred seventy for you."
She was dumbfounded and looked at the clerk, "One hundred seventy?"
This was mind-blowing; she usually spent several hundred on one piece of clothing, and here she bought eight pieces for one hundred eighty?
She wondered if she should consider relocating.
If she lived here, wouldn’t she become super wealthy?
Henry Sullivan frowned, this woman, was she shocked? "Hurry up and pay, I’ll wait for you at the door."
"Oh," she opened the wallet, took out two one-hundred bills, and handed them to the store owner. As he was giving her the change, she looked down at his black leather wallet, probably a handmade design from years ago.
Noticing his military Security Card inside the wallet, with a really good-looking photo, she smirked and pulled out the card to take a look.
It turned out there was something underneath—a woman’s photo.
Even if it was just an ID photo, it was still clear that this woman had delicate features, ruby lips, and pearly white teeth with a beautiful smile.
Since typical ID photos aren’t usually more attractive than the person themselves.
Thinking of this, she felt a bit irked.
She hadn’t forgotten what he’d said that day, that he got married to forget the past.
This must be the past he wanted to forget.
Looking like that, definitely hard to forget, she pouted, wanting to curse.
If he wanted to forget, why keep the photo in his wallet? Typical sickness.
That’s not the point. The point is, he’s married, yet he still keeps another woman’s photo in his wallet. Is he treating me like air?
No way, she’s not someone to be taken lightly. She casually pulled that woman’s photo out and tucked it into her own bag, then put the Security Card back.
If he wants to forget the past, she’ll help him.