Staring at his blood-stained suit, Sage followed after him. Ian remained silent in the elevator, and the air reeked of blood."What brings you here?" she couldn't help but ask. His expression remained cold as he paid her no heed. Sage figured he was still upset about what she had said last night, so she didn't say another word. The elevator reached the first floor in no time. As soon as the couple stepped into the lobby, Terry and a few others rushed over to them. "I hurried back as soon as I received your call, Mr. Holcomb. What happened? Are you okay?"Ian responded apathetically, "Those guys who attacked us are still upstairs. Take them to the police station and look into their background.""Will do." Terry then noticed the bloodstain on his shoulder and exclaimed in surprise, "What happened to your shoulder, Mr. Holcomb? You were completely fine when you arrived at the hotel. How'd you get injured?""He was slashed with a knife when he tried to help me," Sage interjected
Sage immediately lowered her head and peeked into Shane's car when she heard that. Then, she raised her head and asked, "What's with the act? Giselle isn't here."Shane remained silent as he inched closer to Sage. Instinctively, she took a step back and was about to speak up when he swiftly reached out and pinned her against his car. "Do you really think I'm just putting on an act, Sage?" he asked lowly. His action caused her to frown in confusion. Sage looked up and noticed that his handsome face had a mischievous smirk, and his eyes were filled with tenderness. "Shane, could you—" she was about to tell him to cut it out when a loud bang echoed from behind them. Ian had closed his car door, and his driver had hopped into the driver's seat and revved up the engine. As his car zoomed past them, Sage caught a glimpse of Ian, who was sitting upright in the backseat. His profile was cold and stern as he looked straight ahead."Tsk. I was expecting him to get out of his car to b
"What's gotten into you today, Shane? What's with the sarcasm?" Sage couldn't help but ask."What about you?" Shane scoffed. "I thought you divorced Ian already. Yet, you're in such a rush to find him. It's almost as if you're afraid that others won't know about your unfinished business!" Sage was at a loss for words. "Am I supposed to ignore the person who got injured while attempting to save me and just go back to sleep?"What's it to you anyway?" She eyed him suspiciously. "Are you acting like this because you've fallen for me?"Shane smirked when he heard that. He then responded, "That's right. I'm deeply in love with you, and I won't marry anyone else." His voice was low and deep, with a mischievous twang at the end. Sage got goosebumps all over her arms as she listened. She stroked her arms and said, "Don't you think you're overdoing it, Mr. Morrison?"He glanced at her and said disdainfully, "I'd have to be blind to fall for a foolish woman like you!"Sage was rendere
After what felt like an eternity, the doors to the emergency room swung open, and Ian walked out. He was tall, athletic, and had long, muscular legs. He had taken his suit jacket off, leaving him in a white shirt with bloodstains around his shoulder. Even in such a disheveled state, he still looked elegant. His sharp features were highlighted by the corridor lights. His aloof and indifferent demeanor gave off an air of superiority. His eyes briefly flickered when he spotted Sage, but it dimmed in the blink of an eye when he noticed the white jacket she was wearing."Well? Is your shoulder alright?" she asked, rising to her feet. Ian had no intention of answering her and walked away with a stoic face."Are you the patient's family? He had quite a deep cut on his shoulder blade. We've stitched it up. Fortunately, his bones weren't affected. But he'll have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days to prevent inflammation and swelling," said the doctor, who had also walked out o
His tone was still far from pleasant, but it had softened a bit. Sage calmly averted her gaze, deftly concealing her embarrassment. It wasn't her fault. After all, who wouldn't stare at such a flawless body?As she approached Ian's bedside, she noticed that his shirt wasn't completely off. It was simply bunched up near his right arm, where his IV drip had been inserted."Why have you taken your shirt off already? You can't change into clean clothes since your IV hasn't finished yet," she asked.He averted his gaze and frowned, responding coldly, "It reeks of blood. How could I wear it?" Ian had always been particular about his clothes, food, and living standards. Sage didn't press further and handed him the shirt. "Do you want to put this on first?"He didn't object and extended his muscular arm, which wasn't hooked to the IV. "What's the meaning of this?" she asked as she looked at him. "How am I supposed to put it on if you don't help me?" he asked. Sage retorted, "Why
"People change, Ian," Sage said. "I used to put your safety above my own, and seeing you hurt me more than seeing myself hurt. "But I'm more concerned about my own well-being now, and I just don't dare to jump in front of danger for you anymore. So please don't attempt to test me like this again."She clearly warned Ian when the scrawny man whipped out his switchblade. Ian could've dodged it, but he still ended up getting injured. Sage figured that he was testing her based on his reaction after being injured and the words he had just said. "What you're doing is pointless," she said. Ian's chest felt stuffy when he looked at her stoic face and unwavering eyes. He hadn't dodged the man's attack on purpose because he wanted to see if Sage would grow anxious and rush over to him like she did in the past.Of course, he wouldn't let anything happen to Sage. He would've pushed her away if she had come running. He just wanted to know if he still mattered to her. However, Sage didn'
Sage was so tired that, initially, she decided to ignore the sensation. But then it hit her—she wasn't sleeping in her hotel bed! She jolted awake, and she realized she was still seated in the chair in the ward. However, she had slumped over near the edge of Ian's hospital bed due to fatigue. Sage sat up straight. The IV hooked to Ian's right hand had been removed at some point, and he was resting with his eyes closed in the same position as before. His breathing was labored, and his brows were knitted as if the pain from his injury was causing him discomfort. Sage touched her cheeks and lips but felt nothing out of the ordinary. There was a pull-out bed in the ward. She was so exhausted that she crawled into it and went back to sleep. She didn't notice that Ian had turned his gaze to the adjacent bed after she fell asleep. His dark eyes burned with an undiminished desire. …When she awoke again, she heard Terry's soft voice from the corridor outside. Ian was nowhere to be
Delilah had caused her a lot of trouble. Sage couldn't believe that she would hire people to kidnap her this time. She wanted to confront Delilah and get to the bottom of this. Terry glanced at Ian and then nodded. "Of course, Mrs. Holcomb. You're the victim after all. You have the right to know the whole story."Sage responded, "Let's go then.""I'll come with you." Ian rose from the bed.Sage refused. "No way. Your injury hasn't healed yet. Just stay put.""Are you worried that you'll have to take care of me for a few more days if my condition worsens?" he asked with a sneer.She did have that thought in mind and was a bit embarrassed to be called out on it. "This doesn't concern you. There's no need for you to come with me."Ian pointed to his wound and said, "I'm also one of the victims. Why wouldn't I need to go?"That was true. Sage couldn't argue with that logic. She picked up his jacket and was about to leave when a phone rang inside the ward. The unfamiliar ringtone m