Chapter 45


    “Stopughing!” Furious and mortified, Ian viciously grabbed Sage’s wrist.


    Sage winced as he held her hand tightly. Seeing the fierce glint in Ian’s eyes, she knew he was


    genuinely angry, and she should stopughing.


    However, when she thought of the incredulous faces back in the private room and how speechless


    everyone was, Sage guffawed louder instead. She even had to bend over to hold her belly.


    When Terry saw Sage’s reaction, he was anxious about her recklessness. He was sweating. To avoid


    getting dragged into it, he prudently raised the partition.


    Ian watched Sageugh uncontrobly despite his threat. Her eyes were curved into crescents while


    tears flowed out of them.


    On her flushed face, there was no trace of resentment, indifference, hysteria, or disdain. Only a


    carefree and radiant smile adorned her features.


    He was still gripping her delicate wrist, and her fragrance enveloped his senses.


    Strangely, Ian felt the anger within him dissipate. Instead, a mix of thirst and heat reced it, and he


    needed to quench that thirst.


    With eyes locked on Sage’s cherry lips, he pulled her into his arms and leaned down to kiss her. His


    other hand went around her lower back to press her against


    his chest. He prevented her from breaking free.


    The sudden kiss left Sage stunned and infuriated. However, she couldn’t escape as Ian’s arms were


    like iron shackles that were holding her in ce.


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    Feeling dissatisfied with their position, Ian shifted her entire body onto hisp while continuing to


    explore her lips. The ambiguous and intimate seating arrangement angered Sage even more, and she


    bit out a low growl.


    Although Sage was desperate to p Ian, she found herself unmatched by his strength, especially


    when he had been drinking.


    Ian caught her iling hands and pressed her against the back of the seat.


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    Terry, sensing a disturbance, could guess the “fight” in the back had started to escte. He could only


    pretend to be calm and urge the driver to speed up.


    After all, dragging out the journey might lead them to be stuck in an awkward


    situation.


    Terry cursed himself internally and questioned his decision to tag along. It would have been more


    rxing to stay home and y with his chubby orange cat


    instead!


    In the backseat, Sage waspletely defenseless against Ian. Even breathing became a struggle.


    The vast difference in size and strength left her with no choice but to allow Ian’s antics without


    resistance.


    “Ring, ring! Cutie, your phone is ringing~”


    At that moment, Sage’s phone rang. Ian finally stopped kissing her. Perhaps he was disturbed by the


    noise, or maybe a trace of his sanity returned.


    Sage nowcked the strength to confront him. She could only gasp for air and whisper, “I need to take


    the call.”


    In Ian’s drunken eyes, a hint of desire flickered. He looked at Sage, whose body now felt soft and limp,


    and huskily said, “Beg like you mean it.”


    Sage looked at him with teary eyes. She was puzzled.


    The desire in Ian’s eyes intensified. “We’ll continue if you don’t—”


    “I’m begging you!” Sage shouted in fear.


    “For what?”


    mping down on her anger, she mumbled, “To let me answer the call.”


    “Who are you begging?”


    Sage thought he must be insane. Nevertheless, she gritted her teeth and said, Please, Ian.”


    “Wrong.”


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    Earlier, Ian had apanied the elders for a few more drinks in the private room. Perhaps he was truly


    intoxicated this time, as his eyes were zed over, and his voice carried a hint of devilish charm.


    “You know what I want to hear.”


    Sage forced out, ny.”