Chapter 103

The timeline of events, the angle of the photos, the timing of the netizen’s discovery of the wine bottle, and Mimosa’s feminist statement all seemed to be too perfect to be explained by

coincidence.

Sage was fast asleep on the bed when Ian walked into the bedroom. There was half a glass of water on the nightstand, and her phone lay next to her pillow.

Her face was flushed, and she didn’t seem to be sleeping very well. Her brows were knitted together, and she still smelled faintly of alcohol.

His frustration boiled over as he looked at the state of her and recalled her actions earlier that evening. He yanked Sage out of bed and demanded, “Get up! Stop pretending to be asleep!”

Sage opened her eyes grogily, her gaze unfocused and confused. Her lips puckered, and tears. streamed down her cheeks as she stared blankly at Ian’s stern expression for a moment. “W- Why are you so mean to me even in my dreams? You’re such a jerk, Ian! You’re a big jerk…”

Then, she buried her head in the pillow and wept, her shoulders heaving with sobs.

and gripped her chin with one hand. “Are you pretending to be drunk right now?” There was no way she could

hair as she tilted her head back. Her nose wrinkled, and her gaze remained unfocused. Ian couldn’t tell if she was drunk or

did you drink?” He had a lot of questions, yet

mouth.

as she. one of her fingers down before

ed

She was so silly. She could still count the number of fingers she was holding up, so she probably wasn’t drunk. However,

though tears were clinging to her lashes, she looked extremely proud of herself, as if she had forgotten how upset she had been

could handle their drink wouldn’t be able to finish that much in one sitting. But here

you drink that much?” he inquired,

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unpleasant. The glint in her eyes disappeared, and she

I want!” she yelled, sprawling out on

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