Chapter 478

His tone was still far from pleasant, but it had softened a bit.

Sage calmly averted her gaze, deftly concealing her embarrassment. It wasn't her fault. After all, who wouldn't stare at such a flawless body?

As she approached Ian's bedside, she noticed that his shirt wasn't completely off. It was simply bunched up near his right arm, where his IV drip had been inserted.

"Why have you taken your shirt off already? You can't change into clean clothes since your IV hasn't finished yet," she asked.

He averted his gaze and frowned, responding coldly, "It reeks of blood. How could I wear it?" Ian had always been particular about his clothes, food, and living standards.

Sage didn't press further and handed him the shirt. "Do you want to put this on first?"

He didn't object and extended his muscular arm, which wasn't hooked to the IV.

"What's the meaning of this?" she asked as she looked at him.

"How am I supposed to put it on if you don't help me?" he asked.

Sage retorted, "Why