Chapter 23


    Terry found himself regretting his decision.


    Ian had worked overtime till the wee hours of the morning. He proceeded to spend the entire day


    wearing nothing but a poker face. It was clear that he was in a bad mood.


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    Would Terry be making things worse for Ian by bringing up Sage’s shopping spree at this time?


    “Get your ass over here right now if you want to talk to me about something!” Ian grumbled impatiently.


    Terry had no choice but to walk over to Ian. There, he tapped on the messaging app cautiously and


    disyed the horde of messages.


    Ian shot a nce at the screen, soon noticing the automated messages sent by various


    mall–based stores.


    There were purchases that exceeded hundreds of thousands of dors, but there were also purchases


    showcasing only triple digits. All of these messages were sent from jewelry and apparel stores which


    were frequented bydies.


    At that moment, a new message popped up on the screen with a loud ding.


    “Thank you for shopping at Gentlemen’s Style! Your bill is 28,800 dors! We hope to see you next


    time!”


    Terry didn’t know if he was seeing things. He thought he noticed Ian’s furrowed brows rxing slightly


    at the sight of the message.


    Even though clothes with such a meager price tag would never be part of Ian’s daily wardrobe, Terry


    decided to risk his life by givingn apliment.


    “It seems that Mrs. Hob has even bought you clothes even though she’s out on a shopping spree.


    She really cares about you, Mr. Hob,”


    As expected, Ian’s expression softened a lot. Still, he harrumphed coldly at Terry’s words.


    “I don’t care about her.


    Terry picked up on the underlying meaning in Ian’s response immediately.


    “Mr. Hob wou must


    You even spent the day working non–stop. Why don’t you go home and get some rest?”


    Ian stretchedzily. It was true that he felt rather exhausted.


    “Have Wanda brew a pot of strong coffee for me. I need it to perk up.


    “Yes, sir.


    It was almost 5:00 pm when Sage finally returned to Sris Estate. She had visited a beauty salon on


    a whim just to get her hair done right after Tiana left the mall.


    The sight of her high–spirited reflection in the mirror left her in a pretty good mood..


    “Mrs. Hob, Mr. Hob is already home. He’s currently in his study on the second floor,” Wanda


    reported the moment Sage entered the mansion.


    Why would Ian be at home at a time like this? Was he nning to question Sage for almost


    overcharging the ck card?


    It’d be great if that were the case. Sage would take advantage ofn’s abhorrence toward her to bring


    up the divorce once again.


    She passed the shopping bags to Wanda before ascending the stairs. The door of Ian’s study was left


    ajar, so she strode toward the doorway immediately.


    Just as Sage was about to knock on the door, she spottedn sitting on the couch while engaging in a


    video call with another person.


    “Ian, what’s with the bidding contract?” That was Ivy’s voice.


    “Uncle Ron has always wanted to be in charge of this project, hasn’t he? I had Terry secure the


    contract for him.”


    “Ian, you’ve already helped my family out numerous times in the past. You shouldn’t be worrying about


    my family’s affairs from now on. Dad and I are able to deal with them. properly, you know.”


    Ivy’s tone had taken on a grateful edge at that point.


    It seemed that Ian had just gifted his future father–inw a precious contract just to please Ivy, his


    female best friend. Said friend was incredibly grateful to him as a result. Soon, those two would open


    up to each other with heartfelt confessions.


    Asn’s legal wife, what should Sage do in order to maintain her elegance andposure?


    She chose to turn around and leave the doorway.


    Before Sage descended the stairs, she could still hear Ian’s gentle voice drifting from the study.


    “I did promise you in the past that I’d…”


    Not only did Ian give Sage a ck card, but he had also given Ivy a contract. That man sure was good


    at appeasing both love interests.


    When Sage reached the living room, she saw Wanda arranging everything she had bought during her


    shopping spree.


    “Mrs. Hob, I’ve already ced the jewelry the mall’s staff had delivered here this afternoon. Should


    I do the same to the rest of the haul?”


    “Go ahead.”


    A thought popped into Sage’s mind the moment she responded to Wanda. She added hastily, “By the


    way, I want you to pack up all the clothes stowed away on the first row of the closet and donate them.”


    “You want me to donate them?” Wanda looked astonished. “Aren’t those your favorite clothes, Mrs.


    Hob?”


    In the past, Sage used to change into one of those many outfits and put on beautiful


    makeup. If I


    happened to spare her more than a nce, she’d be so ted that she’d


    buy more outfits of a simr style.


    To think that Sage wanted Wanda to donate all of those clothes…


    Sage knew what Wanda was thinking, so she shed her a small smile.


    “Those clothes never suited me anyway. They’d just make me feel even more suffocated if I were to


    leave them lying around here. You can just donate them to people who need them more.


    She had picked those clothes out ording to Ian’s preferences.


    Well, to put it more urately, she had picked those clothes out ording to Ivy’s dressing style.


    Sage had once thought that Ian would pay her more heed if she were to dress up like Ivy. Oh, how


    foolish she was in the past.


    “Just start dinner without me, Wanda. I’m going to practice driving for a bit.”


    Sage started walking toward the garage as she spoke.


    Sometimeter,n had already drained a pot of coffee and dealt with numerous emails In his inbox.


    He left his study after realizing that it would be dinnertime soon.


    Sage was nowhere to be found in the master bedroom, but Ian could hear rustling soundsing from


    the walk–in closet.


    He walked over to the walk–in closet to see Wanda folding some clothes and putting them away in


    stic bags.


    “Why are you here at this hour?” he asked.


    “My apologies, Mr. Hob. I’ll prepare dinner right away,” Wanda answered nervously. “Mrs. Hob


    told me that she wanted to donate these clothes. I got so immersed in cleaning out the closet that I’ve


    completely lost track of the time.”


    “She wants to donate the clothes?”


    “Yes,


    1. r. Hob stated that she no longer wished to keep the clothes that didn’t suit her,” Wanda


    responded honestly.


    Ian was already used to Sage acting on a whim. He shot a nce at the row of sealed clothes, shoes,


    and bags sitting on the floor. All of them came from luxury brands catering todies.


    “Mrs. Hob bought these things today. I didn’t have a chance to put them away,” Wanda exined


    hurriedly.


    “Is everything here?” Ian asked tly, his expression carefully neutral.


    Wanda was puzzled by the question, but she still answered Ian truthfully. “Yes, everything’sid out


    here other than the jewelry. I’ve already put them away for Mrs. Hob earlier this afternoon.


    Ian pursed his lips in response. “Where is she?”


    “Mrs. Hob has mentioned that she’ll be practicing her driving skills.”


    Sage had taken her Maserati out for a spin today. Thanks to the ident from before, she dared not


    drive on the roads which were congested with traffic. Instead, she practiced on the wide field behind


    the affluent neighborhood.


    Just as Sage was having fun practicing her driving skills, she caught sight of a ck car


    parked some distance away from her. Ian happened to be standing right next to ft.


    The sky had already darkened at that time. The only source of light came from the streetlights which


    were erected next to the road.


    Ian stood next to his car, still d in a suit that brought out his charms. He folded his arms casually in


    front of his chest. His figure seemed even taller and more slender under the illumination of a nearby


    streetlight.


    That scenery resembled a picturesque movie poster which forever sealed the timeless beauty of the


    moment.


    Sage’s momentary loss of focus caused yet another incident to arise. One of her car’s right tires got


    itself lodged in a pit at that moment.


    It wasn’t exactly a deep pit, but Sage couldn’t free the tire from the pit even after stepping down on the


    gas pedal a few times.


    This was why she shouldn’t get distracted by beauty and nice things!


    To think that she’d get one of her tires stuck in a pit just because she spent a few extra seconds staring


    at Ian!


    It was a good thing that Sage wasn’t driving on the road right now. She could’ve gotten into another


    ident if that were to happen to her again.


    “Get out of the car. I’ll do it for you.


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