A Farewell After Being Reborn novel (Sage and Ian) novel Chapter 197

Ian couldn't figure out why Sage was so cold to him. It was obvious she had feelings for him, but she refused to let go of her grudges for some reason.

"Ian, is Mrs. Holcomb still planning to divorce you?" Calvin asked cautiously since he didn't get an answer.

He happened to overhear Sage saying that she didn't want to delay the divorce for even a single day before he knocked on the door. He was a little surprised that although Sage would disregard her safety for Ian, she was unwilling to give him a chance to make things right.

Ian's face turned grim when he heard Calvin's question. "It's not like I can't live without her. If she insists on getting a divorce, I won't force her to stay."

"Is that so?" Calvin cocked his brow. "Come on, Ian. Let's be real. Mrs. Holcomb is drop-dead gorgeous and has a great personality. Plus, she plays those drums like nobody's business.

"It's understandable for you to be reluctant to let her go. I told you to take her out for some fresh air the other day. Have you made any plans yet?"

Ian felt even more frustrated when he heard that. "My company's going to Greenfield for the team-building event the day after tomorrow. But she said she wants to hang out with her best friend and doesn't want to go."

Calvin thought that sounded like an excuse. "Ian, you should find a way to invite Mrs. Holcomb's friend then. Couples need to spend more time together to strengthen their relationship."

Ian glanced at him coldly. "Did you think I wouldn't hold you accountable for your actions just because you're saying all these things? How could you not help Sage when she got into trouble at the bar? You were at the fucking bar!"

This was indeed his fault. He kept Ian on tenterhooks by not telling him the address, and he didn't notice when Sage was being harassed. Knowing this, Calvin admitted his mistake.

"I just wanted to mess with you. I didn't expect you to be resourceful enough to find the bar yourself. You even managed to beat up the hooligans for Mrs. Holcomb! But Ian, how'd you figure out where we were?"

Ian cast him a scornful look. "You tagged the location in your stories."