A Farewell After Being Reborn
Chapter 169

"Hold on, I thought you weren't joining us until next month. Why are you so eager to talk about projects now? Is there something you need from me?" Shane asked with a sly smile.

Sage didn't beat around the bush. "Yes. I do need your help with something.”

"I'm listening.”

Sage laid out her plans openly.

Once she was done, she was surprised that Shane didn't object outright. "Why are you setting them up? Do you have a grudge against them or something?"

"Can't I just dislike them?" she fired back.

He stared at Sage for a few seconds before grinning wickedly. "Of course, you can, and this is right up my alley. But you know, you can come straight to me for this favor. There's no need to use the project as an excuse.”

Hearing his words, she rose to her feet. "I appreciate your generosity, Mr. Morrison. I'll get started on the proposal then.”

"Hold on. I have one request,” Shane responded.

Sage had a bad feeling about his request. "What is it?"

His forehead creased. "Why are you giving me that look? Do you seriously think I'm interested in you? I just want you to play the drums for me after everything's done.”

"Do I have a say in this matter?"

"No." Shane snorted. "Please don't take me as a fool, Ms. Joyner. After all, you're essentially asking me to do you two favors, and all I ask in return is this one small favor. I'm sure I'm not asking for too much, am 12"

From his point of view, Collin's project wasn't a safe bet. Sage couldn't fill him in on the details at the moment, so she nodded. "Fine, you have a deal." It was just a drum solo. It wasn't that big of a deal.

lan deliberately chose to reach home during dinnertime, but Sage was nowhere to be found. Wanda approached him and said, "Mr. Holcomb, Mrs. Holcomb went out after lunch and hasn't returned yet."

His brows drew together. Sage had been going out more often recently. In the past, no matter when he came home, Sage would always have dinner ready for him. But now, she was returning home later than him.

"Mr. Holcomb, Mrs. Holcomb asked me about who changed her into her pajamas after she got up this morning,” Wanda continued softly.

"I see." His expression remained stoic, but he couldn't help but think of what had happened last night.

Sage had fallen asleep in the car and had not woken up even after they arrived home. He had decided not to disturb her and carried her upstairs.

She didn't sleep very well after he laid her down, and he thought it was perhaps because her shirt was a little too tight. She would occasionally tug on the buttons of her shirt with her hands as she slept. So, he undressed her and changed her into her pajamas.

This time, she didn't kick up a fuss like she did when she was drunk. Instead, she was docile and compliant, letting him change her clothes without any hassle.

Even though she was wearing a tank top underneath, he still drank in the sight of her neck, collarbone, and the tantalizing curve of her bosom..

"Mr. Holcomb, I believe Mrs. Holcomb is back. I can hear the sound of her car outside.” Wanda's words snapped him out of his reverie.

lan cleared his throat. "I see. You may go now."

Sage was exhausted. She had spent the entire afternoon exercising and dealing with Henry and Shane. Sage burst through the door and kicked off her shoes.

"Wanda, I'm back! What's for dinner?" she called out excitedly as she ran into the living room.

She was running so fast that she almost tripped over her shoes. But, a long and muscular arm caught her and steadied her before she hit the ground.

Sage realized that it was lan. He was dressed in a shirt. His tie was still on, indicating that he had just gotten home. He didn't loosen his hold on her waist, and he was looking at her with smoldering eyes.

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