"A bet? What's the bet?" Ivy Miller crossed her arms, she was indeed a competitive young woman.
"The bet is whether you'll stir up trouble after I leave.
If you can go a month without causing any trouble, then you win.
But if you cause trouble within that month, then I win."
"What happens if I win, and what if I lose?"
"If you win, I'll try not to control you anymore.
But if you lose, then you have to listen to me."
Ivy Miller rolled her eyes, feeling like the bet was about risking her freedom for the rest of her life.
She thought it didn't seem too difficult: "So, what counts as causing trouble?"
"If you stir public anger or upset others, it counts."
"No way, I don't believe you've never upset anyone."
"Except my comrades and my own people, I don't quarrel with others."
"Last time I visited you, you lost your temper with me."
Henry Sullivan frowned, this girl really held grudges: "You're my wife, you're considered my own."
