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.”

past, Sage would freak out over him having a chipped nail.

at his forehead. Indeed, there was a wound at

Perhaps it had been formed when a glass shard had flown at him. It was already starting to scab. She didn’t say anything as she tended

it

easier for her to tend to his wounds. She was very close to him and bent over slightly. A few strands

Ian’s nostrils.

He

head still. The sensation of her soft hand touching his forehead made his throat go dry.

Her skin was bright and glowing. He could see the thin hairs

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

her head away.

the softness and suppleness of her skin. Her unique

straightened up and glared

coldly, “You’re supposed to

she flung the Q–tip at him and stormed

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

feeling thirsty. He

get a 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 she wasn’t serious

the next

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

was only normal that she couldn’t get out of the habit in such a short time. She would mature and let this go. She would have more in