Chapter 184

“Sage Joyner, did you just call me stupid?” Ian couldn’t help but lose his temper because of her

constant nitpicking,

“Are you sure you’re not stupid? After all, you can’t even handle such a simple task,” Sage

said.

It seemed like the old her had thought of Ian as overly perfect and capable. If she had discovered his

clumsiness carlier, she might not have liked him as much.

He snatched the rolling pin back from her when he noticed her shaking her head and sighing again. He

ordered, “Stay out of it! I’ll do it!”

Sage rolled her eyes. Ian was still as competitive as ever. Ian was the kind of person who

couldn’t handle minor setbacks.

“Fine. I’ll be waiting for your results then.” Sage removed her apron. “Do you need me to tie it for you

too?”

Ian looked at him coldly to express his disdain. However, Sage didn’t push it. Instead, she told him that

since Wanda wasn’t home, if he soiled his clothes he’d have to wash them himself. Then, she folded

her hands, leaned back, and watched as he kneaded the dough.

Ian had hoped to impress Sage and prove himself, but it was much more difficult than he had imagined.

Eventually, he managed to press the dough into a disc, but it was uneven and even tore in some

places.

Sage burst into laughter. She lifted the flattened dough, held it in front of her, and asked Ian, “Mr.

Holcomb, what do you think is bigger? My eyes or this hole?”

Naturally, Ian knew she was being sarcastic. His expression hardened as he reached out to snatch the

flattened dough back and re–knead it into a ball.

However, she had set the dough down before he could, and he ended up grabbing her wrist and pulling

her into his embrace. He instinctively tightened his grip on her as she fell into

his arms.

Her forehead hit his chin, and she found herself wrapped in his embrace. Sage raised her head and

was about to snap when she noticed a dusting of white flour on the tip of his nose.

It softened his usual aloof demeanor.

Sage couldn’t help but laugh out loud as she imagined Ian’s face on a puppy. She laughed so hard that

her body shook, and her breasts began to sway as a result.

Ian, who had been suppressing his desire since the night before, couldn’t resist any longer. He hoisted

her onto the countertop and leaned in to claim her with a fiery kiss,

His kiss was passionate and wild. Sage, who was caught off guard, tried to back away, but Lan didn’t

give her a chance,

He clasped the back of her head with one hand and trapped her in his embrace with the other.

Moreover, she was seated on the stove with his sinewy thighs pressing against her firmly, trapping her.

Sage cried out in protest and struggled vigorously. Yet, Ian paid her no heed and continued his

relentless advances. He wasn’t satisfied with just kissing. He seized her earlobe between his lips when

she gasped for air.

The moist and warm sensation spread from her earlobe to her core, Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar yet

thrilling sensation, Sage cried out, “I–Ian Holcomb!”

His eyes darkened with desire at her reaction. He seized her in another fervent kiss, his hand slipping

into the back of her pajamas,

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