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.”

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

his forehead. Indeed, there was a wound

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

it

so that it was easier for her to tend to his wounds. She was very

Ian’s nostrils.

felt a little stuffy. He undid

The sensation of her soft hand

bright and glowing. He could see the thin hairs on her face.

Ian had the odd 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.

pressed against her cheek. He could feel the softness and suppleness of her skin. Her unique scent enveloped him. Ian tugged her down more.

hurriedly straightened

his senses. He said coldly, “You’re supposed to be tending to my

Sage was so angry that she flung the Q–tip at

reason, he couldn’t stop himself from recalling how it

suddenly feeling thirsty. He

a glass of

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

to the company the next day. Sage avoided him

up on the third day, she suddenly came to terms with her- actions. Yes, she’d decided to keep her distance from Ian in this lifetime, but her feelings weren’t going to disappear with a

eight years. It was only normal that she couldn’t get out of the habit in