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.”

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

his forehead. Indeed, there was a wound at his temple, near

had flown at him.

it

on the couch while Sage 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

Ian’s nostrils.

a little stuffy. He undid the buttons

move.” Sage held his head still. The sensation of her soft hand touching his

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

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

her head away.

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

hurriedly straightened up and glared at

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

was so angry that she flung the Q–tip at him and stormed

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

together, suddenly feeling thirsty.

get a glass of

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

the company the next day. Sage

terms with her- actions. Yes, she’d decided to keep her distance

of the habit in such a short time. She would mature and let this go. She would have more in her life.