A Farewell After Being Reborn

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

“Where are you going? Treat these wounds for me!” Ian said.

“Sorry, but I’m not a doctor, nor am I obligated to do anything for you,” Sage said coldly.

Ian’s irritation grew. Hadn’t she been worried about him earlier? How could she change her mind in the next second? She was so fickle–minded!

“You’re not obligated to do anything for me? Think about who I took these injuries for!”

Sage wanted to say that he wouldn’t have gotten injured if he hadn’t raced Shane like that, but Ian looked like he wanted to settle the score with her. She genuinely wasn’t in the mood to argue with him.

She would just give in and treat his wounds. It wouldn’t take long. Wanda had already brought the first–aid kit over. Sage took out the Q–tips and rubbing alcohol with a frown.

“I’ll go attend to my chores now, Mr. and Mrs. Holcomb. Call me if anything,” said Wanda. She left.

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need

Sage started tending Ian’s wounds. They weren’t serious, but some of them were flesh–deep. He’d also bled quite a lot. Ian winced silently–the alcohol stung as it was applied to the wounds.

Sage softened her touch. “There we go.”

She started putting away the things when she was done applying the iodine. Ian wasn’t too happy with how perfunctory she’d been, though. He said, ” You forgot about my forehead.”

over him having a chipped nail. Yet

was

him. It

it

that it was easier for her to tend to his wounds. She was very close to him and bent over

Ian’s nostrils.

stuffy. He undid the buttons at his

head still. The sensation of her soft hand

But all he saw was Sage’s focused face. Her skin was bright and glowing. He could see the thin hairs on her face. Her nose was dainty, and her lips

to bite her. He moved as his heart told him to and reached up to loop an arm over Sage’s neck.

her head away.

and suppleness of her skin. Her unique scent enveloped him. Ian

Sage hurriedly straightened up and

to his senses. He said coldly, “You’re supposed to be tending to my wounds. Stop trying

that she flung the Q–tip at him

For some reason, he couldn’t stop himself from recalling how

rubbed his fingers together, suddenly feeling thirsty. He went

get a glass

flopped onto the bed. She felt defeated and angry at herself. She’d already decided not to love Ian, yet

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