Chapter 227

"What is the meaning of this?" Sage asked as she pointed at his belongings.

Ian responded calmly, "Everyone at the company knows we're married. What will they think if we sleep in separate rooms?"

There was only a week left until their divorce. Everyone would find out then anyway. However, she kept her mouth shut as she didn't want him to think that she was throwing a tantrum and green with jealousy.

Instead, she quipped, "Ian Holcomb, if you're feeling frisky and need someone to satisfy your urges, there are plenty of volunteers outside. Don't drag me into your mess."

Ian gave her a cold look, probably because her words stung. "You were the one who slipped and fell into my arms in the afternoon. You were in a bikini, and you were so close to me. I'm a man, not a saint. I think it's pretty normal for me to react."

Sage was rendered speechless. After all, she had been careless and slipped into his arms in the afternoon. She couldn't be bothered to waste her breath on him anymore,