Seeing her expression full of resentment, Henry Sullivan held back his laughter.
"Leave the sheets, I'll wash them when I get back at noon. You rest."
He finished speaking and then turned to leave.
Ivy Miller pouted, that jerk.
After he left, Ivy glanced around the room, bored.
This wasn't how she imagined her visit to be.
Shouldn't her husband be both surprised and thrilled upon her arrival, then take time off to show her around?
Now it felt like moving from one prison to another.
She exuded an indescribable aura all over, oh right, that aura was called frustration.
She walked to the sofa, kicked off her slippers, lay down, and pulled out her phone to start browsing her Taobao shop.
There was no Wi-Fi here, but luckily she wisely got a data plan.
Not checking in for a day, she found out someone actually inquired about her products.
She smirked mischievously, having some business is a good thing; it kills time.
