After Ivy Miller finished speaking, Henry Sullivan felt somewhat guilty.
Indeed, distant water can't quench near thirst, he couldn't do anything for her.
"Check if there's anything else left behind," he said, then turned around and went into the bedroom to help her check.
Ivy pursed her lips, this man really, would it kill him to ask her to stay a bit?
Forget it, no need to be angry with him.
At the thought that she could leave here tomorrow, her mood instantly became incredibly good.
No more being overly cautious even when showering.
She swore she would never come here again.
After more than twenty minutes, the young warrior from the cooking squad helped deliver the food.
Henry Sullivan said, "Let's eat, if I took you out there wouldn't be any good restaurants.
When I get back on vacation, I'll treat you to something nice."
"Alright."
They were both very silent during the meal, Ivy Miller said, "Uncle, to be honest, I'm leaving, aren't you secretly happy?"
