Henry Sullivan stared at her face: "What, do you want me to sleep here?"
"I don't really... It's not like I want that, I just think, well, we're married.
If you really hated me, you wouldn't have married me.
Since we're married, and I've come here myself, how could you be... so indifferent.
Don't worry, my friend may speak out of turn, but she's actually quite nice.
Even though I won't run away because of what she said about you not being capable.
But if there's a problem, it should be treated, don't you think?"
Henry Sullivan threw his pillow onto the bed and began to take off his clothes.
This little woman really needs to be taken care of; he's usually not someone who gets easily angered, but now... he feels that if he doesn't do something, he'll truly lose face.
Ivy Miller just stared at him, watching him take off his shirt, and felt herself swooning.
Eight-pack abs, a perfect V-taper... these were no longer just fantasies.
