A Farewell After Being Reborn

“Stop laughing!” Furious and mortified, Ian viciously grabbed Sage’s wrist.

Sage winced as he held her hand tightly. Seeing the fierce glint in Ian’s eyes, she knew he was genuinely angry, and she should stop laughing.

However, when she thought of the incredulous faces back in the private room and how speechless everyone was, Sage guffawed louder instead. She even had to bend over to hold her belly.

When Terry saw Sage’s reaction, he was anxious about her recklessness. He was sweating. To avoid getting dragged into it, he prudently raised the partition.

Ian watched Sage laugh uncontrollably despite his threat. Her eyes were curved into crescents while tears flowed out of them.

On her flushed face, there was no trace of resentment, indifference, hysteria, or disdain. Only a carefree and radiant smile adorned her features.

He was still gripping her delicate wrist, and her fragrance enveloped his senses.

Strangely, Ian felt the anger within him dissipate. Instead, a mix of thirst and heat replaced it, and he needed to quench that thirst.

With eyes locked on Sage’s cherry lips, he pulled her into his arms and leaned down to kiss her. His other hand went around her lower back to press her against

his chest. He prevented her from breaking free.

The sudden kiss left Sage stunned and infuriated. However, she couldn’t escape as Ian’s arms were like iron shackles that were holding her in place.

Feeling dissatisfied with their position, Ian shifted her entire body onto his lap while continuing to explore her lips. The ambiguous and intimate seating arrangement angered Sage even more, and she bit out a low growl.

Although Sage was desperate to slap Ian, she found herself unmatched by his strength, especially when he had been drinking.

Ian caught her flailing hands and pressed her against the back of the seat.

Terry, sensing a disturbance, could guess the “fight” in the back had started to escalate. He could only pretend to be calm and urge the driver to speed up.

After all, dragging out the journey might lead them to be stuck in an awkward

situation.

Terry cursed himself internally and questioned his decision to tag along. It would have been more relaxing to stay home and play with his chubby orange cat

instead!

In the backseat, Sage was completely defenseless against Ian. Even breathing became a struggle.

The vast difference in size and strength left her with no choice but to allow Ian’s antics without resistance.

“Ring, ring! Cutie, your phone is ringing~” NôvelDrama.Org © content.

At that moment, Sage’s phone rang. Ian finally stopped kissing her. Perhaps he was disturbed by the noise, or maybe a trace of his sanity returned.

Sage now lacked the strength to confront him. She could only gasp for air and whisper, “I need to take the call.”

In Ian’s drunken eyes, a hint of desire flickered. He looked at Sage, whose body now felt soft and limp, and huskily said, “Beg like you mean it.”

Sage looked at him with teary eyes. She was puzzled.

The desire in Ian’s eyes intensified. “We’ll continue if you don’t—”

“I’m begging you!” Sage shouted in fear.

“For what?”

Clamping down on her anger, she mumbled, “To let me answer the call.”

“Who are you begging?”

Sage thought he must be insane. Nevertheless, she gritted her teeth and said, Please, Ian.”

“Wrong.”

Earlier, Ian had accompanied the elders for a few more drinks in the private room. Perhaps he was truly intoxicated this time, as his eyes were glazed over, and his voice carried a hint of devilish charm.

“You know what I want to hear.”

Sage forced out, “lany.”