Chapter 183


    Delh 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 Delh, 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, sheid 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 nkets, she still felt ufortable 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 bbergasted. 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


    ttened 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 cing 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 himst 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.


    “tten this dough,” she instructed him.


    Surprisingly, Ian, who was usually in control, struggled with ttening 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 ttened out. Then fold it up.”


    Ian nced at Sage and remained silent. He spread the filling onto the ttened 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.”