Ivy felt that a man with an open heart was the only kind worth spending her life with.
If he dared to take her to see that woman, she dared to live with him well from then on.
The next morning, Henry Sullivan took Ivy Miller out and called James Yinley.
Because he was driving, it was Ivy Miller who talked to James Yinley.
"Hello, Mr. Yinley, where do we meet?"
"I'll text Colonel Sullivan in a bit."
"Okay, send it to me then, my dear uncle is driving."
"What do you mean, you're coming too?" James Yinley sounded a bit surprised.
"What, is your wife not allowed to be seen by others? Don't worry, even if I see her, I won't be jealous of her beauty. I've even seen beauties like Faye Townsend, so why wouldn't I be allowed to see your wife?"
Henry Sullivan helplessly sighed, "Alright, stop being cheeky, let him send you the message quickly."
"My dear uncle's getting jealous, doesn't want me to keep talking to you, hanging up now."
