Chapter 103

The timeline of events, the angle of the photos, the timing of the netizen’s discovery of the wine bottle, and Mimosa’s feminist statement all seemed to be too perfect to be explained by

coincidence.

Sage was fast asleep on the bed when Ian walked into the bedroom. There was half a glass of water on the nightstand, and her phone lay next to her pillow.

Her face was flushed, and she didn’t seem to be sleeping very well. Her brows were knitted together, and she still smelled faintly of alcohol.

His frustration boiled over as he looked at the state of her and recalled her actions earlier that evening. He yanked Sage out of bed and demanded, “Get up! Stop pretending to be asleep!”

Sage opened her eyes grogily, her gaze unfocused and confused. Her lips puckered, and tears. streamed down her cheeks as she stared blankly at Ian’s stern expression for a moment. “W- Why are you so mean to me even in my dreams? You’re such a jerk, Ian! You’re a big jerk…”

Then, she buried her head in the pillow and wept, her shoulders heaving with sobs.

“Are you pretending to be drunk right now?” There was no way she could be this drunk if she had managed to plan all of that in

streamed down her cheeks and soaked her hair as she tilted her head back. Her nose wrinkled, and her

a lot of

mouth.

palm weakly. “Wait…” she mumbled as she. one of her fingers down before raising her hand again triumphantly. “This is four!”

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time seeing Sage drunk. She was so silly. She could still count the number of fingers

were clinging to her lashes, she looked extremely proud of herself, as if she had forgotten how upset she had

their drink wouldn’t be able to finish that much in one sitting. But here she was, risking her well–being for

did you drink that much?” he inquired,

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