Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1567
Gracie strode in, ignoring Kelvin's presence as she set the bowl of steaming chicken soup on the desk with a deliberate thud.
Kelvin's eyes flicked back and forth between her icy stare and the aromatic bowl of soup.
He could not help but grumble.
"If you are not here for a heartfelt apology, don't even bother."
Today had been nothing short of infuriating.
‘How could this woman so casually mention divorce and utter words like, "it doesn't matter whether I'm around or not"? What did
she make of our love, our sacred union?"
As Kelvin's frustration simmered beneath the surface, Gracie suddenly picked up the chicken soup and downed it in one go.His
eyes widened in disbelief.
‘Isn't that soup meant for me?' Gracie licked her lips, smirking at him.
"Don't get it twisted.I'm not here to apologize.I'm just bored and needed a good book to read."
With a flourish, she turned her attention to the bookshelf.
Kelvin's rage reached a boiling point, his piercing gaze fixed on her with resentment.
Gracie paid him no mind and continued to scan the shelves on her tiptoes.
Despite her search, she had not selected a book Taking a forceful drag of his cigarette, Kelvin muttered, "Find your book and
leave already.Stop interrupting my work."
Gracie's smirk grew.
'Work? More like sulking and chain-smoking"
She pulled out a poetry anthology and, with a self-assured air, sat down ina chair.
"You're free to leave.I'm staying put in the study to read."

Kelvin's fury exploded like a volcano.He took a deep, shaky breath, shot up from his chair, and stormed out of the room.He had
genuinely believed she had come to apologize.
Though her demeanor was cold, his heart had softened when he saw her, and his anger had begun to subside.
Little did he know, she had come only to provoke him further.
The door slammed with a deafening crash, rattling the entire room.
Gracie's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
'Boy, does he have a temper!’ Furious, Kelvin stormed back into the bedroom, his anger practically radiating off him.
First, he took a soothing shower to wash away the day's tension, then planned to dive into a deep slumber, hoping to erase the
day's frustrations.
But as he emerged from the bathroom, he spotted her nonchalantly lounging at the head of the bed, a book poised on her lap as
if she owned the place.
He irritably toweled off his damp hair and snapped at the woman on the bed, "Weren't you reading in the study? What brought
you back to the bedroom?"
"Turns out, reading in bed is a whole lot cozier,"
Gracie replied smugly, not even bothering to look up.he shot her a glare and then, sulking, retreated to a seat by the window.
She sneakily peeked at him and, with calculated innocence, said, "I'm parched."
At first, Kelvin did not budge, but after a few seconds of tense silence, he begrudgingly got up and exited the room.
He soon returned, a cup of warm water in hand.
He placed it on the bedside table without uttering a word, his jaw set as he reclaimed his seat by the window.
Gracie eyed the cup, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips.
She picked it up, took a delicate sip, and then feigned distress.

"I'm absolutely famished; I hardly ate a bite tonight."
She then stealthily glanced at the man brooding by the window.
Kelvin exhaled a smoke ring with a hint of defiance before standing up to change his clothes.
Their years of marriage had stripped away any sense of modesty between them.
As he changed in front of the wardrobe, she unabashedly watched him.
‘Kelvin really does have an irresistible physique"
Gracie mused, feeling her cheeks flush and her body respond to the sight.
Flustered, she touched her nose, lowered her gaze to her book, and did not dare look at him again.
As Kelvin stormed out of the room, he cast her one last, deliberate glance.
Seeing that she did not even acknowledge him, his heart swelled with a tumultuous blend of anger and sorrow.