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.”

chipped nail. Yet today, she

his forehead. Indeed, there was

had flown at him. It was

it

while Sage stood beside him so that it was easier for her to tend to his wounds. She was very close to him and bent over slightly. A few strands of her hair brushed over his face; her

Ian’s nostrils.

a little stuffy. He

of her soft hand touching his

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

urge to bite her. He moved as his heart told him to and reached up to loop an arm over Sage’s neck. Caught off guard, Sage stumbled forward.

her head away.

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

hurriedly straightened up and glared at him.

to be tending to my wounds. Stop

was so angry that she flung the Q–tip at him and stormed upstairs.

himself from recalling how it had felt to hold her slender waist when stopping her from

suddenly feeling thirsty. He went to the

glass of ice

and angry at herself. She’d already decided not to love Ian, yet she’d panicked when learning