Chapter 731: Chapter 431 Dig Your Own Hole, Fall Into It Yourself
Hearing the uncle say this, Ivy Miller looked down at her 1.7-meter-long legs, her black T-shirt, shorts, and white sneakers, and stuck out her tongue.
"Uncle, isn’t it strange? Ever since I came back from your place, I’ve fallen in love with long sleeves and pants.
I discovered that wearing long pants in summer is actually great because mosquitoes don’t bite.
Let me tell you, the pants I’m wearing today are the ones I bought from your place.
Do you want to see them? I can take a picture for you."
"Sure, then take one."
Clang... Ivy Miller seemed to hear something hitting her on the head.
What they call "digging a hole and jumping in yourself," this is exactly it.
She swallowed and said, "Alright, I’ll take it right away, wait for me.
Oh no, it’s my turn next, I’ll take care of something first, and we’ll talk later, bye."
She quickly hung up the phone and patted her head, Ivy, are you stupid, are you stupid.
Luckily, she realized it in time, or else she really wouldn’t want to be friends with herself anymore.
After finishing her business at the bank, she bought some ice cream and took a cab home while eating it.
Once home, she turned on the air conditioning, changed clothes, and went downstairs to take a photo to send to Henry Sullivan.
The photo had a caption saying, "No-filter photo of beauty girl Ivy, here you go."
Looking at her cheerful and radiant expression in the photo, this woman is really confident, beauty girl...
Henry Sullivan smiled slightly, clearly cheated, as the background wasn’t in front of a bank.
After Ivy Miller left, both of their lives returned to peace.
Henry Sullivan resumed his routine life, doing the same work and things every day.
For a long period, he rarely thought of Isla Linton.
Occasionally, when he opened his wallet to use the money, he’d see the empty spot where her photo was and pause for a moment.
But at the same time, he would always think of Ivy Miller who discovered that photo.
You could say this little girl is really something.
She actually never called him.
Not even once did she take the initiative to call him.
At first, he would call her once every three days at most.
Over time, he developed a habit; if he didn’t call her after three days, he felt like something was missing.
Every time the call connected, he habitually asked if she was eating well, if anything was going on recently, if she was doing okay.
Usually, after three sentences, she would seize control of the conversation, in a thirty-minute call, she would talk for twenty-five minutes.
He was really curious about how such a chatterbox could resist not calling him, clearly with a lot to talk about.
Once he couldn’t resist asking her, "Why don’t you ever call me?"
She was straightforward and asked him directly, "If I said I missed you and wanted you to come back and keep me company, would you agree?
Obviously not, since you wouldn’t come to keep me company, why would I put myself in that position?
Besides, I’m a girl, and girls should be a bit more reserved."
Hearing the word "reserved" come out of her mouth, he was truly surprised.
He didn’t realize she knew those two words even existed in the world.
"Uncle, you should still be the one calling me.
I often go out with friends for gatherings, and sometimes when your call comes through, it makes me feel so proud.
This vanity of mine gets completely filled by a call from you, my iceberg husband."
At that moment, Henry Sullivan genuinely felt he couldn’t understand what this woman was talking about.
His focus was solely on whether her gatherings were with men or women.