Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)

"Could you help me investigate? It was five years ago, the night Grandma got into an accident and found out what Sharon was doing?" After Davian heard it, his eyes widened to as big as a deer caught in headlights.

"Why are you researching this? You're not suspecting..."

"You have to help me investigate this matter, and don't forget we still have a contract bond."

Davian gulped in shock and stared at her earnestly. "Miss, by this, do you mean you did not hurt the old lady?"

"No one will believe me, so I need evidence," Kisa responded with a cold chuckle.

"Go and find out about Sharon's alibi for that day, and don't tell Gilbert any of this," Kisa warned.

Davian nodded his head vigorously, "Don't you worry. I won't tell Gilbert."

Gilbert returned not long after Davian's departure.

The scratches on Gilbert's neck had scabbed and were nauseating to look at.

The scabbed scratches on Gilbert's neck were evidence of yesterday's incident. Kisa was almost sent into a panic attack upon recalling it.

She glanced toward the direction of the door where he had stood while tightening the hem of her shirt. "Is there something you need?" Kisa asked plainly.

Gilbert took a glance at her gauze-wrapped hands. "Don't you go looking for Kelvin Hooper so casually next time," he warned.

"Why? Are you afraid that I will seduce him?" Kisa responded, half-laughing.

"To be honest, in this world, all men are better than you," she said in a mocking tone as she walked up to him.

Gilbert held his hand in a fist, and his handsome face immediately turned cold.

Kisa looked at his cold expression and laughed lightly, "Oh, you're going to hit me again, aren't you?"

The sentence had pierced his heart. Gilbert slowly loosened his fist.

He said coldly, "Kelvin and Gracie finally got together after so many years. I don't want you to break them apart."

Kisa lowered her eyes and laughed until her eyes were bloodshot red, questioning her sanity at the moment.

Sure enough, in the eyes of this man, she was a sinister and vicious person.

He had never portrayed her in a positive light, ever.

Kisa blinked back her tears. "Oh, give it a break. I will not bother with him anymore, not at least for half a year more," she chuckled.

"After half a year?" Gilbert frowned, "Why is it half a year later? What tricks are you trying to play?"

He once more was making malicious speculations about her.

Kisa gave a self-deprecating smile, "Yeah, I do still have tricks up my sleeve. Got to keep you on edge for another half of the year from now."

Gilbert firmly grabbed Kisa's arm. "What tricks are you up to? I am telling you; you better be obedient and do not mess with the people around me, or else...," he threatened.

"Or else what?" Kisa smiled at him. A smile was so eerie that to others, it looked like she was mocking them. Unbeknown to others, her smile concealed her sadness and self-esteem in dealing with her life trajectories.

Gilbert glared at her fiercely. He was trembling with anger.

"You...you're a lost cause," he spat. He pushed her away with force so hard it sent her flying.

Kisa slowly got up from the ground and stared at him. Her smile turned into a sneer, "Don't be so angry, be patient for half a year at most, and after that, I won't get in your way ever again."

For some reason, upon hearing Kisa's words mentioning half a year, Gilbert felt a pang of disappointment.

Gilbert threw a small bottle of ointment to her, "Take this to treat your wounds, then follow me to visit Grandma."

Kisa watched Gilbert's silhouette disappear as he walked out of the room. Kisa picked up the ointment Gilbert had given her and held it in her hand, crying and laughing at the same time. She only had half a year left.

Could she get this man to be once warm again in the next six months?

In the afternoon, Kisa packed two sets of clothes and the ointment Gilbert had given her. She was ready to set off to the villa where Gilbert's grandmother, Madalyn, resided.

Before departing to Madalyn's villa, Kisa found out she was going to be sitting in the same car as Sharon Case. She became very despondent.