Chapter 64

So why had she stopped bidding?

Jace felt as if he was drowning in an ocean of doubts. Rubbing his temples, Jace sighed.

“Let’s go.”

Taking another look out the window, Jace thought that he would eventually get the answers he needed
someday.

Returning to her room, Sage took a shower.

At soon as the hot water gushed out of the showerhead, Sage could no longer contain her anger, and
she screamed. It was a short scream, but she was finally able to let out all the anger that had been
building up inside her.

She was feeling extremely frustrated with the fact that she had lost the chance to own the set of
enamel porcelain plates.

After showering, Sage pulled on a robe and sat in front of the dressing table. It was time for her
nighttime skincare routine.

Her room was painted in shades of white, grey, and black, and most of her furniture was gold in color.
Her room was minimalistic and classy. It was totally different from her room at Yuriel mansion.

At that time, she had wanted to create a warm and loving vibe at home. She had thought that Jace
would prefer a woman who would make a good wife, but Jace had rarely set foot into their bedroom.



Women tended to easily lose themselves when they cared too much for their men, and most of the time
their efforts and sacrifices would be taken for granted.

Her phone started ringing. It was Luther who was calling. “We’ve just wrapped up. I’m exhausted.”

“Mm” Sage was putting on lotion all over her arms. Her voice sounded neutral, like a robot that had run
out of battery.

Hearing her voice, Luther chuckled, “Are you still upset about the enamel plates?”

Sage sighed and said, “It’s all my fault. I should have controlled myself. I was too impatient and too
overconfident. The next time I come across something valuable, I’ll need to have a word with the seller.
I never ever want to bid in public like that.”

After all, she was young, and she had been too impulsive and impatient, especially when faced with
Jace, who was an astute and shrewd businessman.



“It’s good that you’re self-reflecting. But it’s not entirely your fault either.”

Luther continued to comfort her, “If you really think that it’s a pity, I can send someone to snatch the
enamel pieces from him and teach him a lesson while we’re at it. Don’t worry, we’ll blindfold him, and
he won’t know his attackers.”

Sage rolled her eyes and replied, “Did our second brother suggest this?”

Luther was startled. “Is it that obvious?”

Sage answered, “There’s no need for that. Dad once said that collecting art and antique pieces is
merely a hobby. There’s no need to be too caught up in the gains and losses. I’d be grateful if I get



them, and if I don’t, it could be that it wasn’t meant to be mine. It’d be pointless to snatch it for myself.”

“Alright then. You’re the expert anyways.”

After talking for a while longer, Luther ended the call.

Being the meticulous person that she was, Sage continued to put lotion all over her body.

After drying her hair, Sage finally felt better.

Reading a few pages from her book, Sage was about to turn off the lights to sleep when there was a
knock on her door. “Sage Norah, open up! I know you’re in there! How dare you seduce my man! Open
up right now!” yelled Yeva.

Sage was rendered speechless.

Furrowing her brows, Sage wondered if Yeva had always been this loud.

Dragging her feet to the door unwillingly, Sage was welcomed by Yeva was clearly drunk.

Yeva reeked of alcohol. Annoyed, Sage asked, “How much did you have to drink?”

“Why do you care!”



Yeva was staggering. She was really drunk. Her face was flushed, but her left cheek was clearly a
shade darker when compared to her right. There were even finger marks. Sage turned Yeva’s head
aside to check her left cheek. Squirting, she asked, “Did Julian hit you?”


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