"Nothing." Henry quickly covered up and pressed his trouser leg down with his hand.

"Let me see." Bailey couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, but she felt that this fabric, that shine, that firmness, that black, somehow looked familiar to her.

"That's just an ordinary undergarment." Henry turned his face away, and it seemed he was going to take a very special measure against Bailey.

"Don't you allow me to wear a pair of underpants under my military uniform?" He whispered to her.

Bailey looked up and saw Henry smiling mischievously and seductively, with his black eyes curved like crescent moons.

Well, it was only then that Bailey realized what he was doing, insisting on lifting up the man's trouser leg to see what he was wearing inside.

It doesn't seem much different from a man lifting a woman's skirt. Her face was burning, and she pulled her hand back in an instant.

"I didn't mean that." Bailey waved his hand and explained to Henry.

"If you don't look at the underpants, do you want to look at my underpants?" Henry raised his eyebrows in a strange tone.

At this moment, Henry returned to his cynical and laid-back state, lounging lazily in the sofa and teasing Bailey leisurely.

He knew that Bailey was going to lose out when he said that.

"Henry, you're going to be shameless. What about the demeanor and image of a soldier?" Bailey nervously looked back at Alvin, fortunately he was concentrating on driving and seemed not to notice the situation in the carriage.

"What's wrong with the soldier? The soldier can't say sweet words?" Henry retorted Bailey with reason and said with a smile, "It seems we'll have to hurry up and continue to practice in depth. If you can't stand just saying this, then how can you be intimate with me when you come to my house?"

If Henry hadn't said so, Bailey would have forgotten an important thing. She hurriedly took out the credit card and returned it to its owner.

"I only bought one piece of clothing. That's too little." Henry frowned, expressing dissatisfaction with Bailey's purchase.

Paula and Lynn are people who pay great attention to their appearance. If they are attending a party, they have to prepare three or four sets of clothes to rotate. Bailey bought just one set of clothes, and wearing them like that would probably be ridiculed.

"This one is more than enough, and I snatched it from a fight with someone."

"How do you put it?" Henry felt strange that the ready-to-wear store only took custom-made ready-to-wear and served high-quality, high-end customers.

Bailey gave a brief account of what happened to Paula in the ready-to-wear store, but omitted the part about Keith.

After hearing this, Henry felt relieved instead. It was just a senseless provocation by a bored woman, and there was no suspicion of any behind-the-scenes manipulation.

"Be safe and call me whenever you have something to do." When the car reached the military district hospital building, Henry told Bailey.

"Got it." Bailey readily agreed and ran into the elevator.

Alvin turned the car around and drove out of the military district hospital.

"Alvin, is there any news over there?" Henry, relieved of his coffee cup, pulled out the pistol from his waist and took it apart in his hand.

"These two men are doing things on the phone and have never seen anyone behind the scenes." The results of the police interrogation had already been informed to Alvin by insiders.

Henry pondered for a moment, quickly reassembled the pistol and put it back at his waist, saying to Alvin, "Keep an eye on Carl's movements."

"All right, Master."

The carriage was on the road and soon returned to the military compound.

Henry pushed open the car door, got out and looked up to see Lynn standing in the entrance hall greeting him, smiling warmly.

"Alvin, my wheelchair."

Henry got into the wheelchair and, without using Alvin, rocked the wheelchair himself and walked in.

Lynn hurried over and pushed Henry's wheelchair with great effort, "You'd better go out less. Your health is important."

"Lynn, no need. I can handle it myself."

Despite all these years, Henry insisted that Lynn was Lynn, not mother.

Harold had said this to Henry countless times from childhood to adulthood, but Henry still did as he pleased.

"Your father is waiting for you in the study. I see he doesn't look very good." Lynn gave Henry a heads-up in advance.

Henry wheeled into his father's study, and Harold sat at his desk with a sullen face, just as Lynn had said.

"I heard that at the family gathering tomorrow not only Paula is going to bring her boyfriend, but you are going to bring your girlfriend too?" Harold began to ask his son.

"Yeah." Henry looked at his father calmly.

"It's just nonsense. When did you have a girlfriend?" He didn't even hear a word, and all of a sudden, his son had a girlfriend.

General Lance of the Ministry of Industry intends to marry him and introduce his daughter Hazel to Henry. Harold readily agreed and was planning to invite Lance and his family of three to the family dinner tomorrow.

While discussing with Lynn, he heard her say that Henry already had a girlfriend and was going to introduce him to the family at the dinner.

Harold was extremely dissatisfied with his son.

Harold's anger was within Henry's expectations.

He did not want his marriage to be a bargaining chip in political deals; he wanted to rebel against his father's dictatorship. So, he managed to find a Bailey before his father made a grand recommendation of Hazel to him.

"Won't you know when we have dinner tomorrow?"

"You never listen to me. You'll suffer sooner or later." Harold slapped the table hard.

"I didn't listen to you when you didn't let me join the army back then, and I feel fine now." Henry retorted Harold, neither too hard nor too soft.

"If you don't have the surname Morris, you can get the rank of colonel?"

"It's my own life, and it has nothing to do with my surname Morris or not. I don't deserve the surname Morris at all. I don't want to take any advantage of House of Morris at all." Henry's tone was also very agitated.

He did not deny that he was a third-generation soldier, but he had never relied on that identity in the military. He has now been promoted to the rank of senior colonel because of that one thrilling and life-threatening special service mission. It has nothing to do with who his grandfather is or who his father is.

Harold was notorious for his hot temper when he was young, and he was strict and meticulous in leading his troops. Now that he is older and has been promoted to the Ministry of Defence, doing some strategic research, he has toned down his sharpness.

But now he has been completely infuriated by his son.

"Get out of here!" Harold raised his hand and pushed the LCD computer on his desk to the ground.

"Rolling is such a difficult thing. It's better for me to walk out." Henry was not bothered by his father's rage. He stood up lazily and paced slowly towards the door.

As he was about to leave the study, Henry suddenly turned his head and said, "You don't have to be so angry. She won't be my girlfriend soon."

Harold was taken aback, not understanding what his son meant.

Henry's lips curled and a pleasant voice came out of his teeth --

"But my wife, Henry!"