A Farewell After Being Reborn

“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, so she ignored him and went to the bathroom, where she washed her hair and took a shower. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Then, she sprayed some medicine on her shoulders. Sage put on a face mask and did some skin care after washing her hands. The whole process took over an hour.

Ian was still going through his emails on his laptop when she came out. His being so busy actually made her feel a bit relieved. At the very least, he wouldn’t have any other inappropriate thoughts.

Since she wasn’t sleepy yet, she looked at her slightly damp hair and decided to go back into the bathroom to blow dry it.

Ian’s phone rang just as she was about to walk into the bathroom. His tone changed dramatically after he picked up the phone. “How could that happen? I’ll come over right now.

His expression suggested that something urgent had occurred. Ian’s gaze shifted to her while she was lost in thought.

He looked like he had something to tell her, but he pursed his lips and changed his mind. In the end, he grabbed his keys and coat and left without a word.

Sage couldn’t be bothered to guess what had happened. If it was work–related, she couldn’t help. If it was personal, it was none of her business. After blow–drying her hair, she lay on

the bed and scrolled through the selfies she had taken that day.

She looked very happy in the photos. Tiana had also said that she should smile every day so she could stay young forever. Sage didn’t really care about that. However, the photos did turn out quite well.

She chose a few beautiful and artistic ones and posted them online. Naturally, she received a flurry of likes.

Michael texted her to ask if she had been training and said he would check the next time they met up. Of course, she didn’t take him seriously. She then asked him how his competition was going.

Michael said that the preliminary round had been recorded and that his band had made it through successfully. The next round would narrow down the number of contestants from 100 to 70, and after that, he’d get a two–day break.

“Good luck! Don’t worry, you’ve got this! You’ll definitely win this!” Sage encouraged him.

“Thanks, Ms. Joyner. But there are so many strong competitors. I don’t know if we can beat them.”

“Don’t worry. I believe in you. You’re the strongest contender out there.”

The two of them were chatting away when her phone rang. Sage glanced at it and realized it was Ian calling. He had been gone for quite some time. Sage wondered if he was calling to let her know that he wouldn’t be back tonight. That would be wonderful news.

“It’s alright if you don’t come back. You don’t need to tell me,” she said as soon as she, answered the call.

There was a brief silence on the other end before Ian spoke in a cold voice that left no room for discussion. “I’ve asked Terry to pick you up. You need to come over to the hospital right

now.”