" So, the only way you can get Ian to divorce you is if you do something drastic, like convince him that you've cheated on him."Even though he was spouting nonsense, she found herself hesitating. Ian was a proud, arrogant, and possessive man. Even though he didn't love her, he was still unhappy when he saw her getting close to Michael. If he found out that she shared a room with Shane, he would most probably be so angry that he'd dump her on the spot."So which is it? Do you not want Ian to get the wrong idea, or do you not want to get a divorce?" he asked.Sage rolled her eyes at Shane. "Let's not talk about my personal affairs right now. Even if we stir up this huge misunderstanding, Ms. Rosethorn might not back off. What if she starts hating me and decides to come after me?"Shane smiled wickedly. "Well, you're on your own then, Ms. Joyner."Sage was rendered speechless. He still sported a mischievous grin. "Come on, it's only two hours. You could trade it for a night or m
"Sage, you're here as well!" It wasn't Donald who responded, but Delilah. Sage's brows drew together when she looked at the half-peeled apple in Delilah's hand. "What brings you here?"Delilah smiled and said, "It's been a while since I've seen Grandpa Joyner. I just came to check on him." Delilah used to drop by often, so she was well acquainted with Donald. However, she hadn't been here in two years. Surely, she wasn't here just to visit her grandfather."Sage, you're here!" Just then, Donald walked out. "Delilah just arrived not long ago. She said she was free, so she came to keep me company."Sage didn't immediately chase Delilah away when she noticed her grandfather was in good spirits. Instead, she accompanied him into the house and handed him the snacks she purchased. "Have some of these, Grandpa. I need to talk to Delilah for a bit."Then, she dragged Delilah to the garden outside. "Spill. What's the real reason for your visit here?"Delilah sounded a bit hurt. "Grandp
She received a picture from Henry. In the picture, Shane held onto her arm as they walked into the hotel lobby. "Ms. Joyner, what do you think your husband's reaction will be if he sees this?" Henry asked.Sage chuckled. She thought that she would receive a warning from Giselle first. In the end, Henry was the first person who sought her out."What do you want to do?" Sage asked. "Don't worry, Ms. Joyner. My lips are sealed tight. In addition, you're Layla's cousin. I would never run my mouth. Sending this picture to you is just a friendly reminder for you to be more careful in the future." How could Sage be unaware of Henry's plans? He merely thought that her love for Ian had morphed into hatred and was doing this to get even. Henry also wanted to get something out of it. After all, he thought she was a dumb, rich, and naive girl he could easily swindle. "Let's get coffee together when you're free." Sage offered. Since Henry thought that he had gotten material to blackmail
"Thank you for giving me a heads up, Priscilla. I'll be mindful," Sage thanked Priscilla. Afterward, the two chatted for a while longer before ending their call. After hanging up the phone, Sage furrowed her brows. If someone had really been planning her abduction, there would've been no avoiding the fact that Ivy was involved somehow. After all, Ivy was the only one who had beef with her. When she thought of how she had nearly been raped, Sage clenched her fist. She would retaliate with everything she had against Ivy. Trying hard to calm herself, Sage walked into the living room. "Sage, I've prepared a fruit platter and your favorite fruit salad. Come have a taste!" Delilah brought a fruit platter out and greeted her casually. Sage chased her out coldly. "Delilah, my advice for you is to stop wasting your time here. I'll never be fooled again by your deceiving appearances."You don't have to deny it or pretend to be pitiful. Since I've said this, it means I am aware of what y
Yesterday afternoon he had hung up on her angrily and said that they would get a divorce the second he came back. He even warned her not to regret it. Logically speaking, there should've been no interaction between them until he came back. So why did he contact her? Sage picked up the phone and greeted him, but there was only silence on the line. "Ian?" Sage asked hesitantly. He remained silent. "Is there no signal on your side? I'm going to hang up on you if you don't say anything," Sage said as she prepared to hang up. The sound of Ian's coughs rang out on the other end. Following that, she heard Ian's hoarse voice. "Sage, I'm hungry." When she thought of what he had posted on Instagram, Sage was speechless. "Why are you calling me when you're hungry instead of buying food for yourself?" Ian let out two more coughs before saying hoarsely, "You bragged about your secret porridge recipe." Bragging? She had just been sharing information with him. "So?" "Tell me the recip
Sage was entertained by Michael and decided to give him a call. "So you're working hard to make money just to pay off your debt to me?" "Of course not!" Michael explained rather nervously, "I'm just…" Halfway through his explanation, Michael realized he didn't know what to say next. Thus, he changed the topic entirely. "Sage, I heard the production team say that there'll be a formal dinner if we get into the top 30. I will be able to bring a friend. If I manage to get in, will you come?" Sage laughed. "Of course." Seeing a normal person transform into an idol right before her eyes was a unique experience. She couldn't pass up the opportunity!…The next day, as Sage climbed lazily out of bed, she saw that Josephine and Linda had each given her a call. She had put her phone on silent last night, so she hadn't heard it ring. Sage hastily returned Linda's call. "Grandma, are you looking for me?" Linda asked her to make a trip to Holcolm Manor in hurried tones. Not knowing what
Ten hours later, Sage arrived at the airport in Morita. Terry must've received the news from Linda. When she walked out of the arrival hall with her bags, he was already waiting for her. Terry said politely, "Mr. Holcomb is feeling unwell and resting in the hotel. I was worried that there would be a change in your travel plans, so I didn't tell him that you would be coming over." What changes in her travel plans? He was just worried that she'd change her mind and not come. Sage ignored his remark and asked, "How's Ian? Has he gone to the doctor?" "He has a bit of a fever and a cough. He's had some medicine, but hasn't been to see a doctor." Terry explained, "The main issue is that the weather here is cold, and Mr. Holcomb didn't wear enough layers. He caught a cold but refused to rest. Instead, he continued working. In addition, he hasn't had a good meal in ages, which is why it became so serious." Sage couldn't help but roll her eyes at him internally. What a perfect model o
Seeing his feeble movements, Sage didn't continue pissing him off and said, "Why are you getting up if you're feeling unwell? Lay back down." "Come help me over," Ian said. Sage didn't say refuse. She walked over to help him back into bed. A computer was placed by his bedside table. He probably worked in bed too. "I'm thirsty," said Ian. Considering that he was sick, Sage went outside to get some water for him. However, the water here was all refrigerated. There wasn't even room-temperature water, let alone warm water. Sage therefore boiled some water with a kettle. The suite was equipped with a simple kitchen. However, it was spotless. Clearly, no one had ever touched it. Did that mean that Ian didn't even make the porridge after calling her to ask for the recipe? After the water boiled, Sage poured Ian a glass of it. When she brought it into the room, she saw Ian typing away on his computer. Sage complained, "It's not like you can finish your work now. Why don't you res