A Farewell After Being Reborn

Chapter 105

“Ian Holcomb? Seriously, don’t you ever get tired of this?” Sage asked.

Ian raised his head, his frown deepening. “Are you seriously picking a fight first thing in the morning?”

Sage ignored him and got out of bed. “From now on, don’t sleep in this room. I’m not interested in acting like a normal couple with you.”

“Do you think I wanted to sleep here?” Ian sat up urgently. “Remind me, who was it that messed up my clothes last night? Who was it that insisted on me paying them back with my body?”

“You’re not going to give it back to me, huh? Fine, then let’s settle it with your body!”

Her cheeks burned as she remembered that line from the night before. She must’ve been watching too many corny videos lately to come up with such a cringe–worthy line.

“I was wasted. I don’t remember a thing.” Sage tried to maintain her composure. “None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t woken me up in the middle of the night!”

sn’t it obvious why I woke you up?” he asked coldly.

Sage figured that he had seen the trending topics last night and wanted to confront her about

1. it.

who leaked the news of our marital crisis, huh? I can’t believe you’re doing all these things just to rake in some

indirectly confirmed the rumors by playing along.

does it sound like you’re not too happy about this? Why? Are you having second thoughts

yourself? I just can’t stand how you’re milking your

aware that this would happen, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed. It

and she had foolishly clung to a sliver of hope because of his words. Yet, he shattered it in the blink

then, the phone on the bedside table rang. Sage picked it up and noticed it was Priscilla calling.

are you okay?”

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hangover. Guess

a huge online presence now, and we’re swamped by businesses eager to collaborate with us. “Seriously?” This was

mockery and netizens who were eager to hear about her “drunken escapade”

she had deliberately drawn attention to the wine bottle in her hand as part of her plan, but plans were just that–no

that. Eager to see the results, she asked, “Are you at Mimosa? I’ll come

“Sure.”