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.”

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

Indeed, there was a

flown at him. It

it

She was very close to him and bent over slightly. A few strands of

Ian’s nostrils.

a little stuffy. He undid the buttons at

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

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 down

hurriedly straightened up and glared at him.

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

was so angry that she flung the Q–tip

watched 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

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

glass of

to her room and 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 about

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255