Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 567

Chapter 567 Delivering Ointment At the moment, she was sitting on the leather couch, on which a pillow was nestled in the corner, with nothing to cover her legs. She panicked and went to pick up the jeans on the floor, then glanced at the door in embarrassment–even more so when she realized it was Gilbert standing outside. She pulled her jeans haphazardly over her legs, and her cheeks blushed.

“Mr. Kooper,” Lea looked puzzledly at Gilbert, “are you looking for Kisa?”

Gilbert glanced expressionlessly over Kisa’s white legs, his eyes lingering on her lace pant legs for a few seconds before looking away. He then tossed a tube of ointment at Lea and turned to leave.

Lea picked up the ointment and asked, “What is this?”

“It is for burns. The kids asked me to bring it over.” Gilbert had already walked away as his voice trailed off.

Lea glanced at him in surprise as he left, then turned to close the door.

“Mr. Kooper has an ointment for burns.” Lea excitedly handed the scalding medicine to Kisa.

Kisa took a look at it. It was indeed an ointment for burns, and it had been opened. “He has children, so it is not surprising that he would bring a first–aid kit on a trip,” she said faintly.

“So, Mr. Kooper is a very thoughtful man.”

Kisa stared at the ointment in her hand with a faint smile. ‘That man is indeed very attentive to his children.‘

“But Mr. Kooper just said that the children asked him to deliver the ointment. That is strange. We adults didn’t even know you were scalded. How did the children know?”

Kisa did not want to think too much. She unscrewed the ointment and rubbed it on her leg, a faint smile spreading across her face. “Who knows?”

“Mr. Kooper must have thought you might have burned yourself but was too embarrassed to come and deliver the ointment. So he lied and said the children asked him to bring it.”

Kisa’s hand paused and then smiled at Lea. “You have a good imagination. Why don’t you become a screenwriter?”

Lea jokingly punched her. “Stop teasing me, Kisa.”

Kisa laughed and said nothing more. She did not want to know if it was Gilbert or someone else asking him to bring the ointment to her. The ointment felt cool once applied on the skin of her legs, and it soon relieved the burning sensation. She leaned back in her chair and looked at the ointment in her hand.

At night, Gilbert, wearing light gray sportswear, was lazily sitting on a wicker chair in front of the villa, smoking.

Adrien looked at him, clenching and unclenching his hands several times. After a while, he walked over to him with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“You are all by yourself here? You want a drink?”

Gilbert smiled and gestured with his hand that held the cigarette for him to sit down across from him.

Adrien sat down and poured two glasses of wine. He pushed one glass to Gilbert. “Is there something between you and Ms. Becker?” Gilbert shook his head and smiled silently. Adrien sighed. “I heard things about you and Ms. Becker; you were husband and wife. Ms. Becker is a woman, and no matter the grudges between you and her, we as men should be more broad–minded and don’t argue with her.”

Gilbert looked at Adrien with amusement. “Do I look like I have argued with her?”

“Ha–ha, that is not what I mean. It is just that you seem to be cold toward her. We are partners. We shouldn’t get along like strangers. Otherwise, how can we work together next time, don’t you think?”

Adrien glanced at his face, and as if thinking of something, he suddenly said, “Speaking of which, you and your father are quite similar.”