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.”

out over him having a chipped nail. Yet today, she hadn’t even noticed he

glanced at his forehead. Indeed, there was

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

it

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

Ian’s nostrils.

He undid the buttons

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

up, wanting to distract himself with something. But all he saw was Sage’s focused face. Her skin was bright and glowing. He could see

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

her head away.

and suppleness of

doing?” Sage hurriedly straightened up and glared at him.

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

nuts.” Sage was so angry that she flung the Q–tip at

left. For some reason, he couldn’t stop himself from recalling how it had felt to

rubbed his fingers together, suddenly feeling thirsty. He went to the

glass of

love Ian, yet she’d panicked when learning