Chapter 791: Chapter 488: Your Dream Girl Is Back
The name Isla was enough to stir up a storm in Henry Sullivan’s heart. He placed his phone aside, unable to hide the anxiety in his eyes.
Ivy Miller was also awake. Seeing him put down the phone, she asked with her eyes closed, "Who is it, in the middle of the night?"
"It’s nothing, go back to sleep." He turned sideways, tightening his embrace around her.
Ivy didn’t think much of it, snuggling closer into his arms before falling asleep.
On this night, Henry Sullivan was sleepless. As dawn broke, he got up, walked to the balcony, opened the window, and smoked two cigarettes. Normally, he didn’t smoke, but today, for some reason, he craved it.
After finishing, he checked the time—it was 4:30 a.m. He made a call to Roman Hughes.
The phone took a while to get picked up, and Roman Hughes sounded a bit frantic.
"Oh my God, Henry Sullivan, it’s 4 a.m. Have you gone mad?"
"What did you mean by the message you sent me last night? Where did you see her?"
Recalling Isla Linton, he sat up and rubbed his temple, "Last night, while shopping for clothes at the mall, I saw a vague silhouette as I came out.
Even from a distance, I vaguely felt it was Isla Linton.
At the time, I couldn’t quite believe it, so I followed to take a closer look.
It really was her.
It’s been a few years, and that girl has truly grown elegant and poised.
The first time I saw her, I thought she was just a simple girl from the countryside.
But now... she’s a glamorous lady."
Henry Sullivan felt a headache coming on, "Was she alone?"
"Of course not, there were two men following her, maintaining some distance. I figured... they must be bodyguards."
Henry’s face remained calm, "You didn’t approach or speak to her, did you?"
"I just glanced from afar, confirmed it was her, and left.
Honestly, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have had a reason to speak to her either."
Henry really felt like scolding this brat, who only seemed to cause trouble.
Since she had bodyguards, Isla probably had her own matters to attend to.
He shook his head, refusing to overthink, "Alright, I got it. You can go back to sleep."
After hanging up, Roman frowned, feeling that Henry was deliberately disrupting his good sleep.
Henry returned to the room, lying next to Ivy, holding her in his arms.
He warned himself not to overthink or do anything unnecessary.
He and Isla were already people from different worlds.
The only thing he needed to do now wasn’t to make up for his guilt.
But rather... to prevent the guilt from increasing.
He couldn’t owe Isla and also hurt Ivy.
Because he was holding a bit too tightly, Ivy felt uncomfortable. She opened her sleepy eyes and looked at him in the dark, "Uncle."
"Hmm? Why are you awake?"
"You’re holding me so tight I can barely breathe."
Henry loosened his embrace slightly, "Sleep."
"Why do you sound so alert? Did you have insomnia?"
"No, I just got up to use the bathroom."
Ivy turned, her back to him, "I was wondering, your body feels a bit cool."
Henry kissed the hair on the back of her head.
Ivy groggily fell back asleep and was awakened by the crying of a child.
Nanny Moon was holding Ivy Junior to nurse, and Ivy saw that Henry was already gone. She stretched lazily and asked, "Auntie, when did the Captain leave?"
"I’m not quite sure this morning. When I got up, I didn’t see the Captain.
I just knocked, thinking the Captain was still in the room."
Ivy cradled the crying Ivy Junior to feed her, and Nanny Moon said, "Ivy, you feed Ivy Junior first, I’ll go make breakfast for you two."
At this moment, in the office of the military, Henry Sullivan sat with a composed face, holding a pen to write documents, but his mind was a bit chaotic, occasionally stopping to drink tea.
A little after nine, Wesley Zenith came in to report some work.
After finishing his report, he looked at Henry’s expression somewhat puzzled, "Captain Sullivan, is something bothering you?"
Henry looked at him, "Why do you ask?"
"Your expression... I haven’t seen it like this in a while.
It’s like you’re about to lose your temper in the army again."
Henry glared at him.
Wesley laughed, "So there really is something wrong, what’s the issue, did you have a fight with your wife?"
"It’s nothing to do with Ivy, it’s just... I have some personal issues."
Seeing Henry’s troubled expression, Wesley said, "Is there anything I can help with?"
Henry shook his head, "You go ahead and work on your own tasks, there’s nothing here."
Wesley shrugged, "Alright, if you need anything, let me know. I’ll head out then."
After Wesley left, Henry put down his pen and took a deep breath. No, he couldn’t let his mind wander anymore. The only thing he needed to do now was focus on work.
He shook his head and picked up his pen again, working with a clear mind.
When noon came, he jogged home for lunch.
As soon as he entered, he saw Ivy sitting on the carpet by the sofa, playing with the child. Sunlight streamed through the window, spilling over mother and child.
Henry Sullivan just felt... this really was the most beautiful scene in the world.
The jumble of thoughts that had been plaguing him all morning finally settled at this moment.
Some of the things that had been worrying him suddenly became clear; he realized he was just dwelling on unnecessary troubles.
Actually... it’s very simple. He’s married, so even if Isla really came back, what difference would it make?
Not all men and women who have been together can walk into marriage.
Some people, even if they enter marriage, still end up divorcing.
One can’t always dwell on past relationships, otherwise, they will only bring unnecessary troubles upon themselves.
Upon hearing the sound of the door closing, Ivy turned around and saw it was Henry. She gave a sweet smile, "Uncle, you’re back already."
"I’m early today. I ran all the way back."
Ivy checked the time: "Only five minutes early, and you’re already boasting.
Besides, there’s no need for you to rush back. There’s nothing urgent to do."
"What do you mean there’s nothing urgent? I’m eager to come back and see you and our child," Henry said as he changed his shoes and squatted down beside her to look at the child. "White Rice, say daddy."
At only half a year old, White Rice could already babble, but unfortunately, it wasn’t time for them to speak yet.
He was eagerly looking forward to hearing White Rice call him ’daddy’ with their tender voice.
He could foresee that it would definitely be the most wonderful sound in the world.
His finger tapped White Rice’s chin, and the soft, plump little face felt incredibly nice to the touch.
She looked at Henry and grinned, revealing tiny rice-like bottom teeth.
Ivy laughed, "Oh wow, my dear White Rice, why do you smile so brightly when you see your dad? I’m getting jealous, you know.
Your dad is mine. You’re not allowed to laugh at my man like that."
She tapped White Rice’s forehead, and White Rice smiled even more brightly.
Henry picked up White Rice and placed them on his lap; the sensation of that little bundle of joy was indescribably good.
"White Rice, your mom is even more of a child than you are.
The person daddy loves most will always be her, and yet she’s jealous of you.
Don’t you think that’s a little silly? Isn’t it just a little embarrassing?"
Ivy turned to look at him upon hearing this, ’The person daddy loves most will always be her?’
She pursed her lips and snuck a smile. Henry could feel her gaze on her.
Her face reddened as she turned her eyes to White Rice: "Did you hear that? Daddy is mommy’s. He admitted it himself."
Henry smiled, curling his lips, and used his other hand to pull her into his embrace.
"I have something to tell you. Don’t get mad."
Ivy pulled away from his embrace a bit, "Oh, I knew it. You were saying all those nice things, so there must be something up.
Go ahead, did you do something to let me down?"
Henry tapped her forehead once, "What are you thinking? How could I do anything to let you down?
It’s just... remember the text message from last night? It was from Roman Hughes."
"I know. You mentioned it last night. So, what about it?"
"Do you... want to see the content?"
Ivy stretched out her hand, "Did he say something bad about me?"
Henry placed White Rice on the sofa, and took out his phone from his pocket to find the text message and handed it to her to read.
Initially, he thought he shouldn’t tell Ivy about this because she might overthink it.
After all, their current life was quite happy.
Ivy pouted and took the phone to read the text message, and after finishing, she suddenly fell silent, her gaze turning somewhat obscure.
Henry watched her not speaking for a long time.
After a while, Ivy chuckled and looked at him, "Your dream girl has come back, huh."
"Not necessarily back; maybe she just has something to handle here and Roman happened to see her."
He said this while gently rubbing her head, "I actually didn’t sleep well last night, and this morning I felt quite muddled at work.
But the moment I pushed open the door and stepped into the house, I suddenly realized I was being quite ridiculous.
We are a couple now; any problem should be faced and resolved together.
This matter, I believe I shouldn’t hide it from you.
It was me who overcomplicated things yesterday. After thinking it through, I realized I was worrying unnecessarily.
Even if Isla really did come back, and she hasn’t come looking for me. Even if she does, I still have an obligation to make things clear with her.
After all, we’ve each established our own families and have a happy life now.
Ivy, I’m sorry for keeping this from you last night.
Such things will never happen again. I will... protect you properly."
Ivy looked up at him, his eyes carrying a faint smile.
She nodded, smiling at him, "Mhm."
"Alright, let’s consider this matter over. I’ll go to the kitchen to check if the food is ready."
He stood up to head to the kitchen, but Ivy suddenly grabbed his hand.
"Uncle, if—I mean if Isla really came back and wanted to be with you again, what... would you choose?"
"There’s no such if."
"But what if? What if it really happened like I said? Would you choose her or choose me?"