A Farewell After Being Reborn novel (Sage and Ian) novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114 

“Ooh, I guess someone knows her very well, huh?” one teased. 

“Let’s not joke about her anymore,” Michael said solemnly. “After all, she’s a girl. Some jokes might be harmless to us but could cause her trouble.” 

The others quieted down when they noticed the usually good–tempered Michael getting visibly upset. 

Meanwhile, Sage had her back to Ian in the car. She didn’t want to talk to him. 

Ian, too, remained silent. His handsome face was hard–set, and his jaw muscles were clenched. He seemed to be holding back his temper. 

He was probably waiting for her to explain why she had gone to dinner with 

Michael and his friends. 

Even if they weren’t getting a divorce, he still didn’t have the right to dictate who she could and couldn’t be friends with. Hence, she didn’t feel the need to explain 

herself to him. 

Not long after, the car pulled up to Solaris Estate. Ignoring Ian, Sage exited the 

car and stormed into the house. 

Wanda breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her. “Mrs. Holcomb, thank 

goodness you’re back! You had no idea how upset Mr. Holcomb looked when he 

left. I didn’t even dare to make a sound.” 

“He’s been back?” Sage asked. 

“Yes, he came home around 6:00 p.m.- Mr. Holcomb!” Wanda greeted lan as she noticed him walking into the house. 

Sage asked with a frown, “Don’t you have an appointment?” 

After all, Terry was waiting for him at the restaurant, wasn’t he? However, Ian didn’t answer her question. Instead, he simply marched up the stairs. 

Why was he giving her the cold shoulder when he was the one who insisted on 

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taking her home? He must be out of his mind. 

“Mrs. Holcomb, did you come back with Mr. Holcomb?” Wanda inquired. 

Sage nodded. “Yep. I ran into him at the restaurant after having dinner with my friends,” 

“But Mr. Holcomb said he had no plans this evening,” Wanda muttered. 

“Maybe something came up,” Sage responded. “Well, don’t mind me, Wanda. I’m going back to my room to get some rest.” 

When she returned to her bedroom, Ian was seated on her chaise lounge as if he were waiting for her. 

Sage frowned. “Have you lost your memory? I told you not to come into my room 

anymore.” 

He crossed his legs and said coldly, “We need to talk, Sage.” 

“What do we even need to talk about?” 

Ian reached for some papers beside him and threw them at Sage. “Why did you invest in Mimosa?” Was this what he was referring to in the message he sent her