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

was a wound at his

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

it

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

Ian’s nostrils.

little stuffy. He

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

focused face. Her skin was bright and glowing. He could see the thin hairs on her face. Her nose was

his heart told him to and reached up to loop an arm over Sage’s neck. Caught off guard, Sage stumbled forward. Her lips were inches away from his when she

her head away.

the softness and suppleness of her skin. Her unique scent enveloped him. Ian tugged her down

Sage hurriedly straightened up and glared at him.

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

Sage was so angry that she flung

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

his fingers together, suddenly feeling thirsty.

get a glass of

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 when learning he was injured. She bet it

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

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

all, she’d loved him for eight years. It was only normal that she couldn’t get out of the habit in such a short time. She would mature and