That was such a stupid question! He wouldn't have asked Calvin if he knew what he had done wrong! "Stop beating around the bush and just spit it out!" Ian snapped.Calvin covered his ringing ears. "Ian, answer me this first. Do you think Mrs. Holcomb was behind what happened last time?"Ian didn't answer him. Instead, he recounted the details of that evening. Sage was very upset with Ivy before they went to the drugstore. When they arrived, she picked out the medication and paid for it on her own. "Then, for some reason, she calmed down and said she wanted to buy some pastries. She stayed in the car while I went to get them, and yes, she did touch the bag of medications." "So… you do think it's her doing?" Calvin inquired.Ian didn't like the way he phrased that. "I was just stating the facts. The truth hasn't come to light yet, and I never said she was behind it."Calvin sighed once more. "But after what you've said, it sounds to me like you're blaming Mrs. Holcomb. So, one of
Ian fell silent. When Sage injured her hand, and he accompanied her to the hospital to change the dressing, the doctor also said that nothing should be more important than one's spouse. She also criticized him for being an incompetent husband because he wasn't aware of his wife's injury, and because he failed to be there for her. So… was it really his fault?…Sage showered and was about to hit the hay when she heard a knock on the door. "Are you asleep? Can we talk?" Ian's cold voice asked from outside the door. The two of them just had a heated argument, and she had almost been taken advantage of. Sage had no intention of going through that again."I'm exhausted and sleepy. Let's talk about it tomorrow," she responded coldly.Initially, she assumed Ian would insist on her opening the door, or perhaps even threaten her. But to her surprise, he didn't. "Alright then. Get some rest." Then, everything went quiet. Sage was surprised. She couldn't believe that he had just given
Sage sat down at the table. The aroma of the soup was very pleasant. It seemed well-cooked, but she was still a little apprehensive. She was afraid it would be inedible. Sage took a spoonful and hesitantly extended her tongue under Ian's watchful gaze. But before she took a sip, she looked into his deep eyes and set down her spoon. "It's too hot. I'll have the eggs first."The boiled eggs seemed relatively safe. It couldn't be that bad. However, Ian could tell what she was thinking. "The soup isn't poisonous!" He drank a large spoonful in front of her. Sage felt slightly relieved. She dropped the peeled egg into the soup and took a cautious bite. Fortunately, it was edible. Even though the soup was a little runny and salty, it was otherwise fine. Sage was still focused on the soup when Ian calmly said, "I know you don't have any feelings for Shane. I didn't mean to look down on you when I said his family wouldn't accept a divorced woman."His tone was calm as he continued, "I
Sage also looked into his eyes. He seemed serious, and his eyes were filled with anticipation. Ian had never apologized to her, nor had he ever shown such a humble side of himself to her.An inexplicable bitterness crept into her heart. She had always thought that she would no longer be affected by his words, nor would she be moved by his pathetic guilt and reluctance. Yet, she still felt bitter at this moment.It was as if one had a wound when one was a child and hoped that someone would notice it and care about it. However, the other party only noticed it when they reached adulthood. It was bittersweet melancholy. One would feel touched, but because too much time had passed, the wound had weathered and could not be healed anymore. "Do you seriously think there's any point in saying all these things now, Ian?" she asked."Why wouldn't there be?" Ian responded. "I admit that I didn't want to accept this marriage at first, but now that we've been married for a year, I've gotten u
Obviously, Sage was delighted. After being stuck in Morita for so many days, she was itching to get back home. After packing their bags, the group set off for Haldon that evening. Ian listened to Terry's reports about work throughout the journey. Even after boarding the plane, he was still busy attending to work-related matters. Even though the couple sat together, they didn't talk to each other. Sage welcomed the tranquility. After eating and drinking to her heart's content, she reclined her seat and drifted off to sleep. After what seemed like a long nap, she woke up feeling a bit woozy and nauseated as the plane encountered some turbulence. Could it be that she had gotten airsick from being seated for so long? But she had never been airsick before."What's wrong? Are you okay?" Ian's voice came from beside her. Sage opened her eyes and noticed he was still sitting in the same position, a document in his hand. "I'm okay." She nodded. But when she tried to sit up, she felt th
The flight attendant was visibly taken aback, probably because she hadn't expected the couple, who hadn't said a word to each other since boarding the plane, to be married. "Oh, come on! How could you be so rude? She's just giving you her number. It's not like she's attempting to— Ugh. Let go! Let me go!" Before Sage could finish her sentence, Ian wrapped his arm around her throat, causing her to cough.He loosened his grip and sternly told the flight attendant, "Get me your purser."The flight attendant could tell what he was going to do. Blood drained from her face in an instant. "I apologize, sir. I didn't mean to. Please don't report me!"The woman looked so pitiful with tears streaming down her cheeks. Initially, Sage wanted to speak up and help her out, but she hastily shut her mouth when she felt Ian's hold on her neck tighten.The couple was in first class, after all. The commotion soon caught the attention of the purser, who promptly figured out what had happened. After
Sage gave him a puzzled look. "What do you think you're doing?""It's getting late. It's not safe for you to hail a cab on your own." Ian continued in a tone that left no room for discussion, "The driver's already waiting outside. Let's leave together."Sage glanced at her wristwatch. "It's just slightly past 8:00 p.m. It's not that late. Besides, the security here is great. There's nothing to worry about."His expression darkened. "You took care of me in Morita for so many days. I can't just leave you at the airport. Grandma will give me an earful if she finds out."Sage was itching to tell him that it had nothing to do with her, but Ian was not going to let go of her. Besides, many onlookers were looking at them. As she didn't want to embarrass herself in public, she said, "Fine. Let's go, but I'm heading back to the hotel."Ian pursed his lips and remained silent. He led her outside before Sage could even grab her luggage. "My luggage!" Sage turned around, intending to go b
Ralph started the car and lowered the partition. Sage found Ian's words amusing. "Mr. Holcomb, why are you making such a big deal out of this? When have I not given a damn about your feelings?"His tone was harsh. "Whose wife would just sit there and watch as her husband gets hit on by another woman? Even a friend would have stepped in and helped the other person out!"Oh, so he was still upset about that. "If you don't like being hit on, you could always just ignore her or tell her to buzz off!" Sage continued, "But you didn't dismiss her, and you responded to her every word. Of course, she thought she had a chance. You did this to yourself, but you're blaming me for not having your back?"Ian was at a loss for words. He glared at Sage, who glared back at him and refused to back down. After a while, Ian turned his head away and closed his eyes once more. Sage couldn't be bothered to deal with him, so she distracted herself with her phone. After that, no further words were exc