Ian came to a halt and looked at his assistant. Terry handed his phone to him. "Mrs. Holcomb is trending on Twitter."Ian took the device and scanned the screen. Besides the news of the accident at Holcomb Corporation's party, there were multiple articles about Mrs. Holcomb getting drunk. He clicked on one of them and was greeted with a series of images. The first photo was of Sage standing alone on the dance floor, dressed in a gown. The second image showed her holding a bottle of wine and chugging it with her head thrown back. In the third photo, she was holding an empty bottle with teary eyes. The person who shared these photos included the following caption: "There was an accident at Holcomb Corporation's party. Mr. Holcomb rushed to the hospital with the injured beauty, leaving Mrs. Holcomb alone in tears and inebriated. The couple seems to be in a marital crisis."In the first photo, Sage stood alone on the dance floor, her once-radiant face and bright eyes showing only lon

Ian's expression hardened on hearing her words. "I dare you to!"However, Sage couldn't comprehend his words at all. Hugging the pillow, she started sobbing. "I forgot… I can't even use his money. He's so stingy… he wouldn't even give me a million dollars…"Ian couldn't be bothered to talk to Sage anymore. He retrieved a towel from the bathroom and wiped her face roughly. He then sat her up, picked up the half glass of water from the bedside table, and placed it near her mouth. "Drink up," he ordered.Sage was much more docile after her previous outbursts. She lowered her head and took a sip. However, she started coughing and spat out the water as soon as she swallowed, wetting Ian's clothes."Sage Joyner!" he snapped. "Are you doing this on purpose?"Tears instantly welled up in her eyes after being scolded by him. "I don't want to drink water. I want hot chocolate…" she sobbed. "I waited in line for over an hour to get it. Why did you throw it away? Give me back my hot chocola

What was she on about? Realization dawned on Sage the next moment. Wanda must've misunderstood because she cried and made a scene last night."Wanda, we didn't…" Sage started with a slight blush. "I caused a ruckus last night because I was drunk."The middle-aged woman assumed she was just shy, so she said softly, "Mrs. Holcomb, you should've shared a room with Mr. Holcomb a long time ago! It's good for your relationship!""Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here and eat," Ian said indifferently, ignoring Sage's awkwardness. "That's right, Mrs. Holcomb. Hurry up and grab a bite. I'll head to the kitchen first."Sage glared at Ian after Wanda left. "Why didn't you help me clear things up?"He glanced at her. "I'm useless, remember? So what's there to say?"She thought about what a jerk he was, frustrated that he'd used her drunken words against her.Sage was so embarrassed when she thought about what she whispered in Ian's ear last night that she wanted the ground to swal

Ivy's eyes misted over when she heard his words. "Ian, I know you're still upset about the photo I took last time. I admit I did have an ulterior motive when I took it. You've always said that the noodles I cooked taste better than anyone else's, so I thought I'd take a picture and share it on my Twitter."But I noticed you've been keeping your distance from me lately. I thought you didn't like me posting that picture, so I deleted it right away. I didn't expect Sage to stumble upon it and save it. Ian, I know her all too well, and I couldn't care less what she thinks of me. But I don't want you to get the wrong impression… and I definitely do not want to lose our friendship."Ian couldn't help but feel touched by her words. Hence, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't overthink it. I didn't misunderstand you. Sage brought it up yesterday, and I had no idea what was going on, so I figured it was better to ask you about it.""Okay." Ivy dabbed her eyes with a tissue and let out a sig

Sage read the message several times before concluding that the message was from Ian. Did he have a screw loose? Why did he ask her about it when he knew she was mocking him? Since he asked, she didn't hold back. "The doctor said your condition is too serious. He suggests that you see a neurologist first."Even though she noticed he was typing, she didn't receive any messages for a while. Just then, Michael sent her the address for the barbecue. Sage then turned off her phone.After saying goodbye to Priscilla, Sage drove to the address Michael had sent her. When she arrived, she saw Michael and his friends already there.The group had spread blankets on the field and set up makeshift tables and chairs. A variety of beverages and snacks were on the table, and a barbecue grill was set up not far off. Someone was eagerly tending to the fire.The lads were all young and full of energy, even when doing such tedious tasks. Everyone was laughing and chatting away."Ms. Joyner! Over her