Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1546
Gilbert raised his hand to knock, then hesitated and lowered it, caught in a loop of uncertainty. After the third time, he steeled
himself and knocked softly. Silence answered him. His eyes brimmed with a somber darkness, heavy with sorrow.
"I know you're not asleep yet; you just can't bear to face me."
At this late hour, Kisa lay wide awake. Insomnia had become her frequent companion, and he was all too aware of it. As the
darkness in his eyes deepened, any lingering light vanished. A quiet, bitter laugh escaped his lips, and he began to turn away.
Just then, the door cracked open ever so slightly.
Kisa concealed herself in the shadows, her heart aching with grief, confusion, and helplessness. Yet, redemption seemed out of
reach.
The night was eerily silent, their breaths the only sound echoing in the darkness.
Gilbert wrapped her in a tender, protective embrace. They lay entwined, bodies pressed close, yet it felt like an abyss separated
them. She seemed to be walling herself off, leaving him stranded on the outside. However, during the daytime, her eyes sparkled
with hope, filled with dreams of their upcoming journey and shared future.
Circling his arm around her waist, he pulled her close, cherishing her presence.
He gently kissed her earlobe and the nape of her neck, whispering softly, 'Kisa, please talk to me."
Her silence sent shivers down his spine.
Kisa's gaze lingered on the curtains, dancing in the breeze, before she finally asked, "What should we talk about?"
"Anything. I just need to hear your voice.” It was the only balm for his aching heart.
Kisa pondered for a moment, then said, "Kelvin and Gracie had a baby girl."
Asmile warmed his face. "Yes, I've seen her. She's a tiny, exquisite treasure named Natasha. I have even arranged a future
marriage with Kelvin; he has watched Andrew grow, and Blake is such a kind- hearted, wise child. He knows either would be the
perfect son-in- law."

Kisa's brow creased with worry as she contemplated a potential complication. "What if, in the future, both Andrew and Blake fall
for Natasha?"
Gilbert hesitated, taken aback. "The odds of that happening are so slim, right?"
Kisa stayed silent, but Gilbert chuckled.
"We live in an age of free love. Maybe by then, they'll have already found their soulmates, rendering this arranged marriage
irrelevant.
Kisa's expression softened.
"Yes, who can truly predict what the future holds?"
As their conversation flowed, the somber atmosphere dissipated.
Gilbert's hand gently grazed her flat abdomen, and his eyes clouded with sorrow.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Kisa clung to the edge of her clothing, understanding the reason for his
heartfelt apology—he was mourning the child they had lost before it had a chance to enter the world. The memory of their
unborn baby left a void in her heart.
She lowered her gaze, her voice a fragile whisper.
"It's not your fault."
She could not bring herself to blame Jensen either. After all, Jensen had risked his life to save her and Blake from a raging fire. If
blame was to be cast, it was on her. She owed so much to so many, and the life of that innocent child was the price she had to
pay.
"We will have our own children someday," Gilbert murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his voice laden with
emotion.
Kisa could not help but fixate on the word 'someday.'
‘Will we truly have a future together?’ she wondered.

That night, despite being enveloped in his tender embrace, Kisa was haunted by insomnia. She knew he could not sleep either.
As the night wore on, they both lay in silence. She finally drifted off at the break of dawn.
The morning breeze, crisp and invigorating, was also enough to stir people from sleep. Gilbert rose to close the window. Hearing
a faint rustle outside, his eyes darkened, and he strode out to find the source of the noise.