A Farewell After Being Reborn

"No matter what I do, you are always the one in the right. Ian Holcomb, don't you think that is worse than suggesting divorce yourself?"

lan's dark gaze landed on Sage. "I told you I'd attempt to meet your demands in the future. Besides, you clearly have feelings for me. We're not at the point of no return."

"I'll admit that the feelings I've developed for you over the years won't just disappear overnight, but those feelings aren't enough to keep me going," she said.

"I'm exhausted, lan. I genuinely don't want to be a part of your life anymore. If you have even an ounce of guilt or feelings for me, please sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible."

lan gazed at her for a moment when he heard that. He then tossed the tube of ointment that was in his pocket at her before walking away.

"What were you and lan talking about? Did you guys fight?" Layla walked over while Sage stood in a daze. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"What brings you here?" Sage twisted open the ointment.

Layla took a seat beside her and grumbled, "My mother dragged me along to see if there are any eligible bachelors today." Susan would never miss an opportunity to find a rich husband for her daughter.

"What do you want?' Sage asked as she applied the ointment to her wrist. Their relationship wasn't at the point where they would just chat idly.

"What happened to your hand?" Layla asked.

"It's none of your business. Just get to the point."

Layla pouted. "Last time, lan said he had friends in Padova City. I was wondering if he could give me their contact information."

"Why didn't you ask him yourself?"

Layla flushed in embarrassment.

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She didn't feel comfortable asking lan for a favor after what she and Sage had said about him in the bathroom last time. "You're his wife! You should be the one to ask him! That way, you can't accuse me of attempting to get close to him!"

Flustered, she continued, "Are you going to help me or not? Last time, you said you'd help me go abroad. Was that all just talk?"

Sage resealed the ointment and glanced at Layla. "What good will their contact information do you? Have you even gotten Aunt Susan's permission to go abroad?"

"Not yet, but I've almost convinced

my father. I'll keep working on them. since they have been in a good mood lately. My mother will come around eventually." Layla beamed. "Either way, I want to know more

about Padova City so I can have a better idea of what to expect."

It was obvious that she was determined to go abroad. After all, she was attempting to convince Owen while doing her research on the college ahead of time.

"I'll ask him for you, but I can't

guarantee he'll give it to me," Sage

said. After all, lan didn't seem too

happy when he left. There would be nothing she could do if he were

petty and vindictive.

"This is a piece of cake for lan. Why wouldn't you be able to get him to agree?" Layla mocked. "Looks like you don't mean anything to him after all." Sage rolled her eyes at Layla. "Why don't you ask him yourself, then?" Layla was rendered speechless by Sage's retort.

Layla scoffed. "Don't you have his contact information? Why don't you ask him yourself?"

Layla held back and told her that Henry still checked in on her every day, but he hadn't shown up in person in a while. Sage figured he was probably tied up with a project.

Layla explained that someone had introduced them to a major spice order. Maven Corporation's revenue for the year would double after completing this order.