Sage had been known by many nicknames over the years. When she was married to
Jace, she even changed her surname to Sage Luz.
However, it was her first time hearing someone addressing her as ‘Sage’s Collection’. Named as
‘Sage’s’ while having ‘Collection’ as a surname? Perhaps he did not understand.
Sage asked as politely as possible, “Mister Pilot, are you native?” He looked at her indifferently and
said, “I was born in Tovres, but my roots are in Salem.”
Tovres? They were remotely related. Sage raised her brows slightly. She held out her hand and was
almost very certain. “It’s a pleasure. So, you know my brother, Tim Shelby.” She continued, “Tim is his
nickname. His associates usually call him Duke Timothy.” The pilot was still expressionless. “I’m not his
associate, so I call him Tim.” Sage was speechless, and she felt that the air surrounding them suddenly
felt cold. Was he joking? That guy was an iceberg!
He seemed unkeen to continue chatting, diverting his attention back to the book. Then, something
suddenly rang a bell and he said, “Ah, your name isn’t Sage’s Collection. This book is your collection,
so your name is… Sage.” He looked at her earnestly as if learning about something profound. “Right?”
Sage was amused. He was so sincere that she did not have the heart to laugh at his proficiency. Sage
introduced herself, “Yes, that’s right. My name is Sage Norah.”
The pilot nodded. He seemed satisfied with his deduction and gave himself credit for it.
He said her name out loud slowly, word by word. “Sage Norah. Beautiful name.”
Sage was somewhat surprised by his reaction, “My brother sent you to get me, but he never told you
my name?” He shook his head and said, “No. I only know your name in Yathenese. Salvia. He said the
prettiest girl in the cabin would certainly be his sister.”
Sage was secretly happy about it for one second before she caught herself – there were no other
passengers on the plane except the two innocent faces behind her.
On the plane, in the first-class cabin, the prettiest girl? There was only one girl in the first class, so she
was only prettier than the two bulky men.
She pouted. “Fine. This is humiliating.”
Abby and Allie exchanged looks, unsure of what had just happened. They looked totally dumbfounded.
The pilot was oblivious that he accidentally stirred up something, and his eyes were still locked on the
book and the pretty handwriting that wrote ‘Sage’s book, not for borrowing.’
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