Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 353

Chapter 353 He Washed Her Hair Kisa did not care that her tears were falling down her cheeks with her back facing Gilbert. She could feel the gentleness of the man behind her, but she did not understand why the man who hated her so much could be so gentle and caring all of a sudden. ‘If he isn’t planning something, he must be using me as a substitute for Sara,‘ she thought.

She took a deep breath and tried her best to say in a calm tone, “Don’t expect me to be grateful to you for treating me well right now. Like I said, I won’t rest until you’re dead.”

There was so much hatred between them that it was not something that could be settled until death.

Suddenly, Gilbert asked an irrelevant question, “Would you have refused if Jensen wanted to wash your hair like this?”

Kisa frowned. ‘Why does he keep mentioning Jensen in the weirdest moments? Why does he keep comparing himself with him?” In her opinion, there was nothing to compare between them. The assumptions made by Gilbert were inexplicable, so she chose not to answer. Gilbert started to chuckle at the assumption that Kisa’s silence meant she would not have refused. He continued to focus on shampooing her hair which took more than half an hour. After washing her hair, Gilbert checked her injured arm. The gauze that was dressing her wound was stained from the eggs, which caused an unpleasant smell. He then took a pair of scissors and carefully cut the gauze. He could not help but frown when he saw the large dark red wound on her arm. The wound had not healed yet. It was still bloody and looked terrifying.

Kisa stared at the solemn expression Gilbert had on his face and sneered, “Every injury I ever had is all thanks to you. This one right here is nothing compared to the burns on my back Don’t you think that it’s fake of you to make such an uncomfortable expression?”

Gilbert stayed quiet and walked out of the bathroom. Kisa was happy when she thought that he was mad at her. But not long after, Gilbert returned with a first–aid kit in his hand. “What kind of game are you playing, Gilbert? If you think that I would forget what you’ve done to me all those years just because you’re being kind to me now, you’re wrong,” Kisa hissed at him when he came closer.

“Oh, I don’t want you to forget. You’d better carve all those years of hatred into your mind,” Gilbert sneered as he looked at her coldly. ‘If there’s no love to remember, hate is fine. It just means that she still has me in her heart and that it isn’t only filled with Jensen,‘ he thought.

Kisa laughed in anger. Her whole being was about to collapse at the hands of Gilbert’s erratic behavior.

“Since we hate each other so much, why are you washing my hair and treating my wound? Aren’t your words contradicting your actions?”

‘She’s right, that’s contradictory of me,’ Gilbert thought, amused. Even he could not figure out how to explain himself. The closest explanation he could come up with was:

‘I hope she can live a good life and not get injured, so that I can keep retaliating against her.‘

Gilbert did not speak. Instead, he took her injured arm and used an alcohol–dipped cotton swab to disinfect her wound. The stinging caused Kisa to grimace in pain and grit her teeth for the last few seconds.

When Gilbert glanced at her, he thought of what Andrew had said yesterday.