Henry Sullivan immediately stood up and left the bedroom.
He was really a bit frustrated now; he had never met a woman like her before.
Have young people changed their way of speaking these days?
Is he too old or is she too avant-garde?
Seeing him leave, Ivy Miller pursed her lips unhappily. This old guy is really hard to deal with.
She opened the cabinet and was instantly shocked by the neatly folded clothes inside.
How does this man live more meticulously than her own father?
Will he expect her to fold the quilt into a square from now on?
She sighed and first took out a dress, but she didn't change into it.
It was already 8:40; soon she could take a shower.
Holding the dress, she went into the living room, where he was sitting on the sofa, gazing sorrowfully out the window at the rain.
Seeing his expression, she frowned and walked up to him. "Hey, what are you thinking about?"
"Do I need to report my thoughts to you?"
