Chapter 146
The box didn’t seem like it contained jewelry, but rather some kind of ornament. Sage walked over and opened it, revealing an exquisitely crafted bunny–shaped desk lamp. It was made of crystal and red gemstones adorned its eyes.
When she pressed the switch, the bunny emitted a soft white glow from its body, while its eyes glowed a faint red. It was a beautiful and unique sight.
Recalling that night at the restaurant where she had reached out to touch a bunny -shaped lantern, she thought that Ian must have guessed that she liked bunnies and brought this back for her.
Although Sage didn’t want to accept anything from Ian, this bunny was
undeniably adorable. It would be a shame to throw it away, so she placed it on her
bedside table.
After a tiring afternoon of training, Sage indulged in a relaxing bath. When she emerged from the bathroom, Wanda informed her that dinner was ready. With a towel wrapped around her head, Sage put on some comfortable loungewear as she headed downstairs for dinner.
Ian happened to come out of the study at the same time and was stunned by her attire. He cast several questioning looks in her direction.
Her skin was rosy and delicate, and combined with the pink towel wrapped around her head, this made her look charming and innocent. Ian had an
irresistible urge to walk over and pinch her cheeks.
Noticing him staring, Sage shot him a nonchalant glare and asked, “What are you looking at? Have you never seen a woman without makeup before?” After that, she strode down the stairs in her slippers.
Lately, Sage had been going bare–faced at home, and her clothing was also less. put–together. Ian had naturally seen her without makeup, but he hadn’t seen her dressed like this after a bath.
By the time Ian composed himself and went downstairs, Sage had already started eating. She was scooping soup from a bowl with her right hand, while her left
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hand held a drumstick. She looked like she was starving.
Looking content with the food, she said in between bites, “Wanda, your cooking is getting better and better! You’re reaching the level of a professional chef!”
Wanda beamed with joy. “Mrs. Holcomb, you’re too kind! You’re actually just starving after your afternoon workout. That’s why you find it exceptionally tasty.
“No that’s not it! Your cooking is awesome and there’s no arguing that!” Sage paused to drink some soup before adding, “You should come with me when I leave and keep cooking for me!”
“Mrs. Holcomb, what do you mean? Where are you going? Are you and Mr. Holcomb moving?” Wanda asked in confusion. She had never taken Sage’s divorce talk seriously, so it didn’t even come to mind.
Ian happened to approach the dining table at that moment, and Sage didn’t want to spoil the joyous atmosphere with an argument. So, she replied casually, Never mind. Wanda, why don’t you join us for dinner?”
Glancing at lan, Wanda shook her head. “No thank you, Mrs. Holcomb. I have to be in the kitchen.”
Ian always gave off an air of aloofness, so Wanda would feel uncomfortable sitting with him. Knowing this, Sage didn’t pursue the matter any further.
“Sage, when will you stop bringing that up?” Ian stared at her and asked…”
Grandma interrupted us and tore up the divorce agreement. Do you still want to cause trouble?”
His words no longer caused Sage to feel angry as she had lost interest in arguing at this point. She resumed her meal without acknowledging him.
“You keep saying you don’t want to bind me with marriage anymore and that you want to give me my freedom. Since I’m the one who’s trapped in this hell, shouldn’t I be the one to ask for the divorce?” Ian pressed on.
He must have overheard Sage’s video call with Tiana last time. Upon hearing his words, Sage lifted her head and responded, “As long as we both want the same thing, it doesn’t matter who asks for it.”
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“Did I say I wanted this?” Ian questioned calmly.
Sage thought for a moment before responding. “Of course. Maybe you’ve forgotten, but you were the one who handed me the divorce agreement and asked me to sign it.”
After finishing her soup, Sage continued, “You have no feelings for me. When I asked you if you were reluctant to divorce, you said it didn’t matter. Why was that?”
