Isla Linton looked at Ivy Miller with a hint of admiration.
Indeed, only such a girl could bring happiness to a man with a personality like Henry Sullivan.
The distance between her and Henry wasn't far, as their personalities were similar.
But it was precisely this similar personality that made them both reluctant to speak when things happened, bottling it inside.
Over time... this love would inevitably collapse one day.
Even if it wasn't because of Henry's mother back then, they would have separated due to other issues.
Perhaps that's just fate.
"Where are we going to look at houses?"
"You'll know soon enough," Ivy Miller said mysteriously as she drove to the apartment they had in the city.
"Isla, you know where this is, right?"
"Isn't this... the apartment where Henry used to live?"
Ivy nodded: "Yeah, we just moved out a few days ago, we're living on the base now, so it's empty for now.
