Chapter 183
Delilah kept apologizing to Sage and seeking reconciliation. She also promised to always consider her feelings and opinions in the future.
Sage wasn’t in the mood to deal with Delilah, so she made up a few excuses and hung up on her. Feeling uneasy, she sent a message to her grandfather, asking him to warn her uncle not to be overly ambitious.
Exhaustion swept over her after she took care of these things. So, she laid back on her bed and soon drifted off to sleep on the newly changed bedding.
Sage was fast asleep when she felt something heavy on her waist. She tried to shake it off, but it wouldn’t budge. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that Ian had slipped back into
the room.
His arm was resting on her waist, and she was facing him with her head nestled against his shoulder. The first thing that came into view was his sharp jawline.
Even though both of them were in their own blankets, she still felt uncomfortable being in such an intimate position. Hence, she abruptly pushed his arm away and sat up in bed.
Ian squinted at her groggily, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep. Sage was flabbergasted. How did she end up next to Ian when she clearly remembered she had fallen asleep on the edge of the bed?
It was still early. Ian, who was always disciplined and woke up early, looked like he had no intention of getting out of bed. But Sage couldn’t fall back asleep. Thus, she put on a jacket and went to the kitchen to make the mille crepe cake.
The dough in the fridge had already risen, so Sage took it out and rolled it into strips. Then, she flattened it into discs. Then, she added the prepared filling and kneaded it into the
dough.
It still needed to be kneaded into strips, cut into mini balls, and pressed into the shape of small cakes before placing them in the oven. There were quite a few steps.
Ian came downstairs as Sage busied herself. His tall, handsome figure exuded an air of elegance that his loungewear couldn’t detract from.
He walked toward her steadily. It seemed like she hadn’t done a number on him last night since he was completely fine now. Ian halted right in front of her, towering over her.
“What brings you here?” she asked with a frown. Sage had never seen him enter the kitchen
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“I heard you’re making mille crepe cake for Grandma. She called me and asked me to help you,” he responded.
“It’s alright, I can handle it.” She didn’t need or want his help.
“I don’t want to be lectured by Grandma this early in the morning.” Ian walked over to her, rolling up his sleeves. “What do you need me to do?”
Sage didn’t see the need to shoo him away since he offered to help. Besides, she wanted Ian to understand how difficult it was to prepare a meal. Maybe if he knew that, he would appreciate her efforts and sacrifices if he ever met another woman who waited for him with dinner every day.
“Flatten this dough,” she instructed him.
Surprisingly, Ian, who was usually in control, struggled with flattening the dough. It seemed like a simple task, but he snapped the rolling pin in half when he tried rolling the dough
with too much force.
“If you put any more muscle into it, you’ll crush the countertop,” she grumbled. “Stop what you’re doing and spread the filling onto the dough I flattened out. Then fold it up.”
Ian glanced at Sage and remained silent. He spread the filling onto the flattened dough, as per her instructions. However, he didn’t do a good job–it was spread unevenly. He almost tore the dough apart when he tried to fold the edges.
“Hold it right there!” Sage groaned. “You’re hopeless. Why don’t you just go outside? You’re making things worse! I’m afraid Grandma won’t get to eat it at this rate.”
