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.”

would freak out over him having a chipped nail. Yet today, she hadn’t

forehead. Indeed, there was a wound

hairline. Perhaps it had been formed when a glass shard had flown at him. It

it

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

Ian’s nostrils.

felt a little stuffy. He undid the buttons at

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

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 was dainty,

loop an arm over Sage’s neck. Caught off guard, Sage stumbled forward. Her lips were inches away from his

her head away.

He could feel the softness and suppleness of her skin. Her

you doing?” Sage hurriedly straightened up and glared

He said coldly, “You’re supposed to be tending to

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

her hips sway as she left. For some reason, he couldn’t stop himself from recalling how it had

fingers together, suddenly feeling

glass of ice

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

to the company the next day. Sage avoided him

terms with her- actions. Yes, she’d decided to keep her distance from Ian in this lifetime, but her feelings weren’t going to

couldn’t get out of the habit in such a short time. She