Chapter 681: Chapter 381 He Sleeps With Me, Reasonable and Legitimate
"If you don’t like him, why did you sleep with him?" Chloe Wilder suddenly reacted and asked, "Hold on, Ivy, did you pounce on him?"
Ivy Miller pouted: "Seems... not, I guess."
"What’s with the ’seems not, I guess’?"
"I just took your advice, asked him if he had issues in that department, you know, if there’s an illness it should be treated, and then he turned off the lights and got down to business with me. When I think about it, I didn’t really say anything wrong, did I?"
Chloe Wilder rolled her eyes: "Girl, are you just missing some emotional intelligence? You’re such a smart woman, but when it comes to relationships, you’re clueless.
It was like this with Robert Weston, and now with this older guy, it’s the same.
You can’t tell a man he’s not capable in that area, it’s a huge blow to his ego.
That older guy was probably provoked by you yesterday, that’s why he slept with you.
Tsk tsk, you really are pitiful."
"Dammit, Chloe, can you stop with the sarcastic remarks? It’s giving me the creeps.
Henry Sullivan is my husband, how can you compare him with that heartless Robert Weston? They’re not the same, okay?
Him sleeping with me, it’s reasonable, it’s legal, I’m totally okay with it."
Chloe Wilder laughed: "The point is Robert Weston didn’t even sleep with you, right? You just wasted a pretty face with so little allure in that aspect."
"You get lost, I’m not talking to you anymore, the more we talk, the more irritated I get."
Chloe Wilder was speechless: "So you called me early in the morning just to wake me up? You pest."
Ivy Miller let out a mischievous laugh: "Not at all, I called to wish you a good morning."
After saying this, she hung up. She could almost picture Chloe Wilder on the other end, gritting her teeth in frustration, wanting to throw her phone but being too reluctant to do so.
She tossed her phone aside and started her breakfast.
A bun, an egg, some pickled vegetables, a portion of greens, and corn porridge for breakfast.
Relatively speaking, the food wasn’t bad. It’d be even better if Henry Sullivan sorted it for her.
Couldn’t really taste anything anymore, right?
After breakfast, she washed the bowl by the sink near the door and put it on the cabinet.
After brushing her teeth, she took down the bed sheet, placed it in a basin, and carried it out.
It was quite lively here early in the morning, but now there wasn’t a single person around.
She thought about asking where to wash clothes, but no one was around.
After last night’s rain, the dirt road in the distance was muddy. She thought about it and went back inside to call Henry Sullivan.
The phone rang for quite a while without anyone answering. As soon as she muttered, "Annoying, would it kill you to answer the phone,"
a deep voice came from the other end: "Hello."
Ivy Miller was startled, realizing the call had been answered. No idea if the older guy had heard her talking. "Hey, mister."
"Get to the point, I’m busy."
"Where do I wash clothes? I need to wash the bed sheet."
"Just leave it there, I’ll send someone to pick it up later."
"No way, I want to wash this myself."
Hearing her excited voice, Henry Sullivan finally remembered what she wanted to wash. He said in a deep voice: "Leave it until I come back, it’s not appropriate for you to go to the men’s laundry room."
"Mister, your facilities here really need improvement. If it goes on like this, all the guys in your troop will end up single, who would dare to come here?"
"There are always those like you who aren’t allowed but still insist on coming."
Ivy Miller was speechless, as if he was saying she had a thick skin.
"Mister, seriously, are you really not happy at all that I came here?
Oh, right, you better think it over before you answer. If I don’t like your answer, I’ll just run out to the playground and shout that Ivy Miller loves Henry Sullivan."