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.

you

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.”

having a chipped nail. Yet today, she hadn’t even noticed he was

glanced at his forehead. Indeed, there was a wound at his temple, near

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

it

was very close to him and bent over slightly. A few strands of her hair brushed over his face; her unique scent wafted

Ian’s nostrils.

stuffy. He

held his head still. The sensation of her soft hand

to distract himself with something. 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

and reached up to loop an arm over Sage’s

her head away.

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

hurriedly straightened up and glared

said coldly, “You’re supposed to be tending

she flung the Q–tip

her hips sway as she left. For some reason, he couldn’t stop himself from recalling how it had felt to hold her slender waist when stopping her from falling

suddenly feeling thirsty. He

to get a glass

flopped onto the bed. She felt defeated and angry at herself. She’d already decided not to love Ian, yet she’d panicked when learning he was injured. She bet it only reinforced Ian’s belief that she wasn’t serious