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

glanced at his forehead. Indeed, there was a wound

flown at him. It was already starting to scab. She didn’t say anything

it

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 unique scent wafted

Ian’s nostrils.

he felt a little stuffy. He undid the buttons

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

something. But all he saw was Sage’s focused face. Her skin was bright and

told him to and reached up to loop an arm over Sage’s neck. Caught off guard, Sage stumbled forward. Her

her head away.

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

hurriedly straightened up and

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

was so angry that she flung the Q–tip

he couldn’t stop himself from recalling how it had felt to hold her slender waist when stopping her from falling

suddenly feeling

glass

Sage returned 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

company the next day. Sage avoided him the whole day.

decided to keep her distance from Ian in this lifetime, but her feelings weren’t going to disappear with a snap of

normal that she couldn’t get out of the habit