Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 535

Chapter 535 No Wonder He Said You Were Pretentious Davian’s heart skipped a beat. ‘Could it be…Ms. Becker?’ The car had passed the person in the wheelchair when he thought of that. He then looked back hastily and said to himself, Oh my, it really is Ms. Becker.

Davian quickly parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car, and walked toward the person in the wheelchair. “Ms. Becker..”

Kisa turned her head subconsciously when she heard the familiar voice. Not only did she see Davian running toward her, she also saw the silver–gray car behind him. She frowned.” That’s Davian’s car.

I’ve seen him drive it before. No wonder it looked so familiar. If that is Davian’s car, does that mean Gilbert was also in the vehicle when he almost ran into me just now?‘

‘It would not be that coincidental, would it?‘ Kisa pursed her lips and tried to comfort herself secretly.

‘There’s no way I’d run into that man every time I’m in a terrible state.’ Just as she was thinking about it, Davian had stood before her. “Ms. Becker, why aren’t you home yet? What are you doing out here?”

Davian asked while he looked around.

“Nothing. I’m just strolling around.”

Davian laughed in surprise. He was not convinced. “I don’t think there’s much to look at here. Plus, you’re in a wheelchair.” He then looked at the cast on her leg and asked, “Mr. Kooper told me you had a fall. Is it true?”

Kisa’s back stiffened. ‘Why in the world did he tell Davian about the fall?‘ She nodded slightly, and Davian frowned. “Not to be rude, Ms. Becker, but it was just a fall. Why are you in a wheelchair? No wonder Mr. Kooper keeps saying that you’re pretentious. Being in a wheelchair is so inconvenient.”

Kisa knew that Gilbert must have been in the car when it was about to hit her upon hearing these words. After all, if Davian were the only person in the car, he would have gotten out and talked to her.

‘Only Gilbert would call me pretentious no matter how badly I was injured.

“He’s right. I am pretentious. I just wanted everyone to know that I hurt my leg,” Kisa chuckled lightly and said. Davian was taken aback. He did not know what to say.

‘Although she’s saying it with a smile, I can still hear the self–mockery and anger behind those words.‘

Davian then pursed his lips and smiled at Kisa, “Ms. Becker, it’s getting late. Let me drive. you home.

It’ll be hard to find a ride at this time of day.” After finishing speaking, Davian pushed Kisa’s wheelchair toward the car. Seeing his enthusiasm, Kisa did not go against it.

‘He’s right. It’s hard to catch a ride at this time. I’ve waited half an hour for a ride,‘ she thought. ‘I swear there used to be tons of cabs passing by here. But there were only a few today, and all of them already had passengers.‘

Maybe it was a psychological effect, but when Kisa sat in the front passenger seat, she could vaguely smell the faint scent of tobacco that only Gilbert had. “Can I sit in the back?” She asked Davian as she wiggled around uncomfortably.

“Oh, but you’re already here. It’s inconvenient for you to move around, so it’ll be better if you just sit where you are,” Davian said as he started the car.

Kisa lowered her head and sighed, “Forget it. This is fine.” The smell of tobacco lingered on the tip of Kisa’s nose as they drove around. All she could think about was Gilbert, and that made her upset. She rolled down the window, and a gust of cold wind rushed toward her face, blowing the stench away.

“Ms. Becker, it’s winter, you know? Why did you roll down the window? I’m freezing” Davian shivered.

Kisa ignored his whine but still rolled the window up a bit. She leaned out the window and asked, “You’re the one who almost hit me with a car this afternoon, right?”