A Farewell After Being Reborn

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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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.”

having a chipped nail. Yet

at his forehead. Indeed, there was a wound at

when a glass shard had flown at him. It was already starting to scab. She didn’t say anything

it

the couch while Sage stood beside him so that it was easier for her to tend to his wounds. She was very close to him and

Ian’s nostrils.

little stuffy. He undid the buttons at

held his head still. The sensation of her soft hand touching his forehead made his

Her skin was bright and glowing. He could

heart told him to and reached up to loop an arm over Sage’s neck. Caught off guard, Sage stumbled forward. Her lips were inches away from his when

her head away.

her cheek. He could feel the softness and suppleness of her skin. Her unique scent enveloped him. Ian tugged her

you doing?” Sage hurriedly straightened up and glared at

said coldly, “You’re supposed to be tending to my wounds.

so angry that she flung the Q–tip at him

couldn’t stop himself from recalling how it had felt

suddenly feeling thirsty.

get a glass of ice water,

decided not to love Ian,