Chapter 138

"It's not your fault. Go have the kitchen remake the soup and charge it to my room," Ian said.

The waiter left, grateful to have been spared. Sage couldn't hide her concern for him. "Go rinse your hand with cold water."

Even though she tried to hide it, Ian could still see a gleam of concern in her eyes.

He looked into her eyes and said, "Help me."

Sage didn't decline. There happened to be a mini sink in front of them. They walked over and Sage turned on the faucet.

Worried that the water pressure would be too strong, she cupped her hands under the faucet before slowly pouring it over Ian's flushed hand.

The warm yellow light from the corridor cast a soft glow on her hair and delicate face. It gave her a gentle, ethereal allure.

"What do you like?" Ian asked.

Sage looked up in surprise. Her large, dewy eyes widened.

His tone softened. "Didn't you say that I should know your preferences before I give you something?"

Sage smiled wryly as she thought about what had happened la