Chapter 162


    Tiana sounded cool over the phone. “He’ll be off work early tomorrow. I’ll ask him by then.”


    She added, “I have something to do now. Let’s meet over dinner if you’re free tomorrow!”


    “Sure.” Sage stretched after ending the call with Tiana and headed to the bathroom.


    She wanted to admire her new cool and sassy self in the mirror. However, she only saw a woman with


    tousled hair in her reflection. Her face appeared clean, with only some makeup residue in the corners


    of her eyes.


    She had fallen asleep in the carst night, so she assumed that Ian had hastily wiped her face with a


    towel after carrying her into the room. Being a man, he clearly had no idea how to properly remove


    makeup.


    Even so, she couldn’t believe that he had done this. He was obviously in a foul mood at the barst


    night. It was already a miracle that he didn’t confront her. Why would he patiently clean her face for


    her?


    But then, she told herself that she didn’t have anything to thank him for. After all, she had taken care of


    him when he was drunk. She had cleaned his body and removed his clothes. countless times before…


    It was at that moment she realized that she was in her pajamas. Did Ian help her change?


    Infuriated, she was about to call him. When she turned around to get her phone, she noticed a


    suspicious red mark on her nape in her reflection. She froze and pushed her hair for a better look.


    away


    The red mark was around the size of a thumb. Although it had been inconspicuously hidden under her


    hair, it was now crystal clear beneath the jarring lights. Frowning, she touched it. It felt neither painful


    nor itchy.


    Although she had not experienced hickeys, she had seen them nted on her college


    roommate’s skin by her boyfriend. She remembered that those marks were dark red and hard to hide


    with concealer. When pressed, they were slightly painful.


    Since Sage’s mark did not match that description, she let out a sigh of relief and assumed that it was a


    bug bite.


    She believed that Ian wasn’t a despicable man who would take advantage of her when she was drunk.


    But as for the pajamás… Sage made her way downstairs.


    When she saw Wanda, she asked, “Wanda, did you help me changest night?”


    While cleaning the table, Wanda replied, “Yes. You passed out from the drinking, so Mr. Hob


    wanted me to help you change into your pajamas.”


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    Sage instantly felt relieved. Thank God she didn’t call Ian to ask about the pajamas, or he might have


    sneered andughed at her.


    “Thank you, Wanda,” said Sage before heading upstairs for a bath. She did not notice Wanda hanging


    her head in guilt.


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    Calvin was in a good mood because his project proposal had been approved. Seated next ton in the


    president’s office at the Hob Corporation’s building, he suggested, “Ian, we haven’t had a drink at


    the bar for a while. How about tonight?”


    Ian was meticulously working on his emails. “I’m not free tonight.”


    “Well, make time for me! Even a machine needs breaks.” Calvin started scrolling on his phone.


    Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock. “Damn, Jan! Look! It’s Sage!”


    Ian nced at Calvin’s phone. Indeed, there was a video of Sage drumming freely. Her hands. and


    body moved with the rhythm as she immersed in the music. Her face was lit up with a bright smile, and


    her eyes twinkled passionately. She looked radiant.


    “Ian, I never knew Sage could drum. She looks so cool and pretty!” gasped Calvin. “Why haven’t you


    mentioned it to me?”


    Calvin btedly realized that he had asked a stupid question. From the look on Ian’s face, Ian probably


    had no idea that Sage knew how to drum either.


    Even if he knew, he wouldn’t tell his friends anything about it due to his past aversion to Sage.