Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 487

Chapter 487 He Still Lost The Bet Gilbert turned the tap on and washed his face with some cold water. He pressed his hands onto the sink as he looked into the mirror. He had a self–deprecating smile as a pair of bloodshot eyes stared back at him. ‘What have I become? All this for a woman?‘ He felt a sort of sick satisfaction with what he had done to Kisa earlier, but he also deeply regretted his actions at the same time. ‘I told myself I would never touch that woman like that again, but what did I just do?’

Gilbert’s temples throbbed. He hit the sink irritably, adding a new wound to his already injured knuckles.

Water was still dripping from his messy hair. He stared at the mirror for a long time before walking out of the bathroom.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed open. A fruit knife flew toward Gilbert at the speed of light. He did not dodge. Instead, he just watched the woman try to stab him with hatred plastered across her face. It seemed like he was betting with himself that she would not actually be heartless enough to stab him in the chest. If I get this right, then there’s hope for our relationship. If I’m wrong, it’s no big deal. I’ll just lose my life, he thought.

When the tip of the knife pierced through his skin, he laughed in a self–deprecating manner. Turns out I lost. I’ve never won this bet, have I? I can’t believe that she would actually be so cruel. But I guess grandma was right, I don’t have a place in her heart.’

The tip of the knife penetrated Gilbert’s skin bit by bit. The pain he felt from his chest instantly spread throughout his body. He swayed unsteadily. Kisa let go of the fruit knife and quietly looked at the blood that was flowing out of his chest. “Why didn’t you get out of the way?” Kisa asked as she smiled desolately.

“Do you really want me to die that much?” Gilbert lowered his eyes, shook his head, and chuckled.

“Yes!” Kisa replied without hesitation. Her face was expressionless.

Gilbert was disappointed. He pulled the knife out of his chest, and more blood gushed out, staining a large area of his shirt red. He staggered up to Kisa and handed her the knife with blood all over his hands. “Then stab me again. Deeper this time. If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll die instantly.”

Kisa refused to take the knife, but Gilbert tried to force it into her hands. One was adamant in giving it, while the other did not want it. During their struggle, the knife fell, and the blood from the knife stained the wet floor red.

Kisa started getting anxious when she looked at the blood. “What? You’re not trying to kill me now?

Didn’t you want me dead?” Gilbert sneered.

“If only I could get away with murdering you, then I would stab you a hundred times more.” The hatred behind her voice was impossible to ignore.

Gilbert laughed in disappointment. “So that’s why you’re not trying to kill me now. You’re just afraid to go to jail.” After he finished, he stopped looking at her and staggered outside. Suddenly, a loud noise sounded. Gilbert seemed to have bumped into something. Kisa did not dare turn around. Instead, she just clenched her fists.

It was not until she heard the sound of the front door opening and closing that she weakly fell to the floor. She looked at the blood–stained fruit knife lying on the ground, hugging her knees in a fetal position as she burst into tears.

For a moment, she hated Gilbert so much that she wanted to kill him and commit suicide afterward. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. As the knife pierced through his chest, she had felt frightened again, and her whole body was trembling. She hated how weak and helpless she was.

As Gilbert staggered out of the apartment, he saw Jensen leaning against the opposite door.