Chapter 172

Sage was used to sleeping alone, so she wasn’t comfortable sleeping beside Ian. Plus, it was too late

for Ian to retire to the study.

Hence, she resorted to the age–old method of counting sheep to get herself to sleep. When she

reached the 800th sheep, she was overcome with drowsiness and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Lost in the haze of sleep, she felt herself surrounded by warmth. The oppressive cold from the air

conditioner penetrated every corner of the room. However, the warmth enveloping her was immensely

comforting, causing her to lean back unconsciously.

However, she soon noticed that she was leaning against something stiff and hard. Before she could

figure out what it was, she suddenly felt a warm sensation on the nape of her neck. It felt like

something was gently sucking on her.

Sage tried to move, but she was trapped. She struggled with all her might for a moment and then sat

up. Looking around, she realized nothing was holding her down.

The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the soft glow of the rabbit–shaped crystal lamp. She was

in the middle of the bed, and Ian was lying next to her.

Ian stirred as if he had been roused by her movements. He opened his eyes and asked hoarsely,

“What’s wrong?”

Sage stiffened for a moment before realizing something was amiss. She eyed Ian suspiciously and

asked, “How did we end up sharing a blanket?”

Before drifting off to sleep, she distinctly remembered covering herself with her own blanket.

Ian’s voice was still hoarse. “Perhaps you were cold and crawled in yourself.” With that, he closed his

eyes.

Sage stared at lan for a moment. His brows were knitted, and he looked annoyed at being disturbed.

Did she really crawl into lan’s blanket? The room did feel colder than usual.

Sage realized she had probably done it while she was asleep. It made sense that she would gravitate

toward warmth since she was cold.

Sage decided not to dwell on it. She cranked up the heat and covered herself with her own blanket

again. To keep her distance from Ian, she added more blankets to the bed and slept on

the edge.

However, Ian couldn’t take it anymore. He threw off the covers and got out of bed just

minutes after she fell asleep.

“What are you doing?” she asked, puzzled.

lan stormed out without answering her, probably because he was annoyed at being woken up by her.

“Tsk, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” she brooded. Sage couldn’t be bothered with his

outburst. She simply snuggled into her blanket and drifted back to sleep.

Ian was nowhere to be found when she woke up the next day. He must not have returned after

he left the room.

Sage got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. There, she noticed another red mark

on the back of her neck, which looked similar to the one before.

She walked out of her room, intending to ask Wanda to change the bedding, but Wanda just so

happened to be outside her room holding a bath towel and men’s pajamas.

“Where did you get those, Wanda?” she asked.

Wanda responded, “Mr. Holcomb took a shower and changed his clothes in the adjacent room last

night, so I’m taking care of the laundry.”

Didn’t hes

in the master bedroom last night? There were signs that he had used it when she went into the

bathroom. Perhaps he took another shower this morning. He was always very particular about

cleanliness after all.

“By the way, Wanda, could you do me a favor and change the bed sheets for me? Also, could you

arrange for someone to disinfect the room?” Sage asked. “I’ve been getting these weird. bites on the

back of my neck for the past couple of days, and I don’t know what’s causing it.”

“That’s weird… I clean the room every day, so there shouldn’t be any bugs.” Wanda found it strange,

but she did as she was asked.

After having breakfast and getting dressed, Sage was about to head out when she received a

call from Ian.