Ian's innate nobility made people feel inferior easily. The other man didn't say anything else. He simply apologized and walked away bitterly. Ian reached out and grabbed Sage's slender waist without giving her a chance to escape. Sage tried to struggle out of his grasp, and Ian's darkened eyes glared at her. "Do you still want to be hit on?" "Ian, can't you just stay in your room and rest? Why did you have to go out with me?" complained Sage. Ian ignored her. He continued holding onto her arrogantly as they walked to the open-air parking lot. The atmosphere at the restaurant was decent, and the dishes were authentic. The only drawback was that it took a long time for the dishes to be prepared, served, and eaten. By the time they finished their meal, a few hours had already passed and the sky outside had darkened. Sage had taken a long flight and had run around for hours afterward. Once she got into the car back to the hotel, she couldn't help but fall asleep with a full st
Anger surged within her. Sage felt angry and frustrated. Although Ian was sick, his strength still wasn't something that Sage could compete with. In addition, it was as though Ian had been provoked by something. He held her so hard it felt like her bones were going to shatter, and her lips were swollen from his biting. It was clear that continuing to struggle wouldn't benefit Sage. She could only give up and allow Ian to do whatever he wanted. Initially, she thought that Ian would let her go immediately. However, he must have wanted to punish her. In addition to kissing her lips, he caught hold of her tongue and sucked it furiously. "Ouch!" Sage hissed in pain and tears fell from her eyes. She punched Ian, and he finally let go of her lips. Sage panted loudly and glared at him furiously. Ian also stared at her, breathing heavily. His eyes were bright as he asked hoarsely, "Does it hurt?" Scared that he would continue his rampage, Sage suppressed her frustration. She didn't
Ian knew what was on her mind. He tilted her chin and said softly, "If I'm in a good mood, I work more efficiently. Maybe it'll take less than a month." Sage was puzzled. "What puts you in a good mood then?"Ian's tightened his grip on her waist. He reached the hand he used to tilt her chin up to caress her face. His breath seemed to turn heavier as he said, "What do you think a woman can do to please a man?" In a fit of anger, Sage swatted away his hand and spat, "In your dreams!" She had been drugged and lost all rationality last time. She would never be so intimate with him again. Besides, the more entangled they became, the tougher it was for her to get a divorce. "You just don't have enough time and energy to handle it for now," she said. "Stop being a jerk and trying to take advantage of me in this situation." Seeing the distant expression and look of resistance on her face, Ian howled with laughter and said, "What were you thinking? I'll recover much quicker and be in
Maybe he was afraid that Sage would wake up if he was too rough with her, so the mark wasn't too dark. Apparently, Tiana was right. Ian had taken advantage of her again. It happened twice when Sage was taking a rest at the chaise longue. It happened again when she fell asleep on the bed. Those marks she got were most probably his handiwork. Indeed, a man's physical strength and his mind were two different things that could be controlled at will. He didn't have much feelings for her, but he still yearned for her touch. After showering and removing her makeup, she found that the water she boiled earlier was now just warm enough to be consumed with the medicine. She took two fever pills and a glass of water before returning to the bedroom. Ian was still in the position he had been in when he fell asleep earlier. He was frowning a little, and there was a hint of red on his chapped lips from her lipstick. Sage felt like pouring the glass of water over his face when she remembered
Her fierce demeanor and tone immediately put Ian on guard. He arched his brow and asked, "Are you attempting to murder your own husband?"For a moment, she wondered if he was just pretending to be ill. How could he be so lucid if he had a fever?"Yes! I'll be able to inherit all your riches and become a gleeful widow after I murder you!" Sage impatiently held the glass of water to his lips. "Quit stalling. Drink up and swallow your medicine."Ian remained silent, probably because of how harsh her tone was. He simply gazed at her as he took a few gulps of water.As Ian swallowed, she set down the glass of water and said, "Alright. Let's go see—" But before she could finish her sentence, a sharp pain shot through her wrist. Ian had grabbed her and pinned her beneath him. "I-Ian… Mmm…" He sealed her lips while she was speaking and slipped something into her mouth. As the bitter pill slid into her mouth, realization dawned on Sage. It was the aspirin she had just given him.Not only
Her face turned crimson as she hastily covered her chest and retreated into the room. Her pajamas were done up perfectly fine when she went to bed last night. How had the buttons come undone? Her pajamas were of an ordinary and conservative style, and the buttons couldn't have come undone on their own. Even if Ian hadn't unbuttoned them, they must've come undone while he was carrying her to bed!Sage buried her face in her hands as she thought about how she had just opened the door in such a state. She was mortified. She changed her clothes, freshened up, and put on some light makeup before cautiously cracking the door open just a bit to take a look outside.The doctor had already put away his medical instruments and was speaking sternly to Ian. "Your fever has gone down, but you're still quite weak. You need to rest. Be sure to avoid alcohol while you're taking your medication. You got lucky this time because you're healthy. Who knows what will happen next time if you aren't car
Terry froze when he walked in on Ian and Sage embracing each other. Instinctively, he hastily raised his head. "Ouch! I think a mosquito just flew into my eye! I can't see a thing. The doctor shouldn't have gone far yet. With that, he bolted off. Sage was rendered speechless. After all, it was cold out. There were no mosquitoes to fly into his eye. She couldn't believe Terry would come up with such a lame excuse. "When are you going to let go of me? Or do you actually want to test it out?" Ian's husky voice echoed in her ear as she slandered Terry inwardly. Her cheeks heated up when she realized that she still had her arms around Ian's neck and that he was supporting her body with his hands. Sage hastily let go of him and landed on the ground. "It was your fault! I almost spilled the whole bowl of eggs because you deliberately scared me!"He looked at the pan on the ground and decided not to waste his breath on Sage. Instead, he picked it up and asked, "What should I do?" Sa
"If you've got something to tell me, just spit it out. There's no need to go to a restaurant for that." Ian sunk into the couch.Sage wasn't the least bit surprised to hear that. She simply smiled and said, "Alright." Then, she disappeared into the room. Soon, she returned, holding two folders. Ian recognized them right away. His forehead creased as he said, "Did I not make myself clear that night? Or are you hinting at me to do something with you because I've been neglecting you recently?"Sage wondered how the CEO of a company could utter such things without feeling embarrassed. She placed the documents in front of Ian and said, "I'm not here to argue with you, nor am I acting up. I just haven't had a chance to talk to you about this because you were sick and swamped with work."She continued solemnly, "The other day, you said you'd go to the court with me and explain everything to our families after you finished this project, and I agreed. "I know you wouldn't come up with ex