Chapter 805: Chapter 805

He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Ivy Miller’s left hand, trying to pull her behind him.

But James Yinley was quick to react, grabbing her right hand just as Henry Sullivan was about to drag her away.

Henry Sullivan turned back to look at his hand, his face full of anger, then he raised his eyes to James Yinley’s face: "Mr. Yinley, what is the meaning of this? Holding my wife’s hand doesn’t seem very appropriate."

"Your wife? She won’t be for much longer.

Colonel Sullivan, you’ve hidden my wife away, and I am lonely here. I need someone to keep me company.

Things aren’t that great everywhere, all the good women taken by you alone.

Lately, I’ve found Miss Miller’s personality to be quite pleasant, quite the contrast to Isla, and I really enjoy talking with her."

Ivy Miller forcibly pulled her wrist free from both of them and turned to James Yinley: "Mr. Yinley, please go back."

"Can I still come to see you again?" James Yinley’s words were clear, especially when said in front of Henry Sullivan, causing his anger to flare up even more.

Ivy Miller lifted her eyes to look at James Yinley, who was quick to immerse himself in the role: "I think there isn’t really any reason that I must see Mr. Yinley."

"Of course there is, Colonel Sullivan, you and I, the three of us are all aware, aren’t we?

It’s natural to repay debts.

He owes me a wife now, so... you all understand.

Ivy, see you next time."

James Yinley turned to leave after patting Ivy Miller on the shoulder.

Ivy Miller watched from the side as James Yinley got in the car and drove away, while Henry Sullivan stepped in to block her view: "Ivy, has this man come to see you many times? Why didn’t you tell me?"

Ivy Miller looked at him: "What would change if I told you? Would you stop being entangled with Isla Linton to prevent other men from continuing to pester me, or would you do something surprising for me?

Since even if I let you know, you can’t do anything for me, I might as well face it alone, it’s more easygoing."

Henry Sullivan watched Ivy Miller with a calm expression, feeling truly anxious, unsure why James Yinley’s focus shifted to Ivy.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have let Ivy move out on her own.

"You’re about to go back, right? Well, I’ll head back for dinner too, take care, I won’t see you off."

Ivy Miller bypassed Henry Sullivan and started walking into the community. Henry Sullivan grabbed her wrist: "I’m not leaving tonight."

She looked at him with surprise: "What did you say?"

"Tonight, I’m staying with you, I’m not leaving. Tomorrow, you’ll come back to stay at the base with me, it’s safer."

"I’m not going back."

"Then James Yinley will keep bothering you."

She pursed her lips with a somewhat helpless smile: "Does it matter? Actually, if you think about it, James Yinley isn’t wrong, you’ve hidden his wife, so it’s fair for him to bother yours. He’s already good enough not hiding me, isn’t he?"

"Why are you speaking for him?"

"You support Isla Linton, why shouldn’t I speak for him? How can you be sure Isla Linton is good and James Yinley is bad?"

"He’s attacking Warren Group and our company in the marketplace, we’re already in opposition, you don’t think you should be clearer with him now?"

Ivy Miller shook her head speechlessly: "I’m not clear with him? Henry Sullivan, you’d better understand, if you hadn’t hidden Isla Linton, I wouldn’t even know that man.

Who gave me the chance to be unclear with that man? I’m telling you, I know you really don’t know where Isla Linton is, but doesn’t Faye Townsend know? Thıs text ıs hosted at NoveI(F)ire.net

If you ask Faye Townsend, wouldn’t she tell you? Probably she would. I’m not asking for much, let me meet Isla Linton once, I just want to know why I should sacrifice family harmony to protect her, what is she to me? I don’t owe her.

If she can’t explain clearly, then she’s here to break up my family. For a woman who wants to break up my family, I can’t treat her warmly."

Ivy Miller gave Henry Sullivan a cold glance before turning and walking away. Henry Sullivan stood still, unable to decide whether to leave or stay. He turned and got into his car, driving to the roadside before dialing Faye Townsend’s number.

When the call connected, he asked: "Faye, where is Isla now?"

"Henry, didn’t I say? You mustn’t ask, I won’t tell you."