Chapter 705: Chapter 405 Does This Uncle Understand What Playing Hard to Get Means?
Ivy Miller frowned at him, doubting if he was serious. Just because she cried and caused a scene, he was going to let her handle the photo of his unforgettable ex-girlfriend?
Was he really that easy to talk to?
She didn’t believe it at all. She stared at him, not moving or speaking, as if she was frozen.
Henry Sullivan smiled helplessly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"What’s your game plan?" She pointed at the photo, "It’s your ex-girlfriend. Why give it to me to deal with?
If I make you throw this photo away now, you’re definitely going to say later that I forced you.
I’m telling you, I’m no fool, I’m not going to do something like that."
She snorted and turned her head away from him.
Henry Sullivan glanced at Isla Linton’s photo, his gaze calm, "I won’t blame you. It’s hard for me to throw it away myself. If you want to toss it, go ahead."
After saying that, he got up and walked toward the door, "I’m going to get some food. Don’t wander off. There really are wild wolves in the surrounding wilderness."
Seeing her shiver slightly, he smirked and walked out.
Once the door was closed, Ivy Miller turned her attention back to the photo on the coffee table.
She pouted and picked up the photo to examine it. The girl seemed... not like a bad person.
She had an amiable look in her eyes.
She sighed. It’s just a photo, no big deal to get upset about.
No, what angered her wasn’t the photo, but rather his attitude when he asked for it.
With a huff, she tossed the photo back onto the table, "Uncle’s ex-girlfriend, let me tell you, it’s nothing against you. I just think since you’re married, you shouldn’t continue to affect Uncle’s life.
And Uncle is married too. If his wallet always has your photo in it, I won’t be happy.
If I’m unhappy, I’d definitely throw a tantrum, and Uncle wouldn’t have a good time either.
You probably don’t want Uncle to live unhappily every day... hmm, so the conclusion is, you have to leave Uncle’s wallet. As for where you’ll go..."
She thought for a moment, stood up, went to the bedroom, randomly picked a law book from the small table, flipped it to page 111, and slipped the photo inside.
"You’ll stay in here."
She returned to the sofa, and within ten minutes, Henry Sullivan was back with a tray.
It held a big chicken drumstick and some tasty dishes.
Henry Sullivan placed the food on the coffee table in front of her, "Time to eat."
"I’m not eating, I’ve already filled up on anger just now.
Besides, the way you asked me to handle that photo earlier, I thought about it and reluctantly took care of it for you.
Do you want to know where I put it?"
Henry Sullivan shook his head, "No need to tell me, I don’t want to know."
He was actually afraid that if he knew, he might not be able to resist retrieving the photo again.
Ivy Miller shrugged, "I threw it in the trash can."
She said that, got up, went into the bedroom, lay on the bed, and smirked. That Uncle must be feeling quite displeased now.
She wanted him to feel uneasy. Who told him to make her mad, hmph.
She was really cool just now, but as cool as she was, her stomach... was so hungry.
There wasn’t a single sound in the living room, and she wondered if Uncle would leave her any food.
As she pondered, Henry Sullivan came and pushed the door open, "Then I’m going to eat at the cafeteria. Have a good nap."
She lay on her side with her back to the door, clenching her teeth in annoyance.
Did this Uncle not understand the concept of playing hard to get? Would it kill him to ask her again?