Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 668

Chapter 668 You Threw Yourself Into Me On Purpose Gilbert was speechless.

“Hurry up. I want to make the ravioli wrappers,” Seeing that Gilbert just standing there, Kisa could not help but to urge him again.

The children could not wait to make ravioli already.

Kisa then got them to test it with the store–bought ravioli wrappers instead.

Sure enough, aside from Blake’s pretty decent work, both Andrew and Ada had no idea how to make one.

Soon, Gilbert was done kneading the dough.

He hid one hand behind him as he handed the bowl to her with another.

Looking at the glistening dough, she could not help but praise him. “Not bad, but…” She looked at the white soup bowl with the dough and asked, “Why did you change the bowl?”

“Dough doesn’t stick to porcelain, so it’s good for kneading.”

Gilbert said with a straight face.

Kisa did not doubt him and continued to ask, “What are you hiding behind you?”

“Nothing.

Gilbert turned around and walked to the living room.

In the end, Kisa did not manage to catch sight of what he was hiding behind him.

She frowned and thought that something was up.

She placed the dough on the table and then quietly followed Gilbert.

She then saw Gilbert squatting by the door, tossing the dough from the earlier stainless–steel bowl into the garbage bag.

The dough no longer looked like a dough, rather they looked more like flour slush.

Kisa was speechless.

When Gilbert tossed away the wasted flour dough into the garbage bag, he caught sight of Kisa.

With a straight face, he told her, “That dough is ruined, so I took another bag and made you a new one.”

Kisa then said with a half–smile, “Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t know how to knead?”

Fortunately for them, she had an extra bag of flour in the cabinet, but what if she did not have extras?

Gilbert responded succinctly, “Did you even give me a chance to speak? Didn’t you leave straight after handing the bowl to me?”

The cat caught Kisa’s tongue once again.

‘Ah, forget it. This man will always have an excuse to deflect blame whenever he does something wrong.’

However, seeing that his second attempt at kneading went so well, she did not want to be calculative with him anymore.

“Let’s go make some ravioli.”

Gilbert was following behind Kisa, and she suddenly stopped and turned around.

Sure enough, she bumped straight into his arms. Gilbert looked at Kisa with his deep gaze.

It was as if to tell her you ran into my arms on purpose.

Kisa straightened herself and stepped back from Gilbert’s arms as she looked at him embarrassedly.

“You.. you have flour on your face.”

Hearing that, Gilbert reflexively used his hand to wipe his face. As he already had flour on his hands, that wiping motion caused spots that were originally clean to have flour all over them.

Kisa looked at him in exasperation. “Wipe your hand first before you wipe your face.”

So, Gilbert patted his hands together and dusted the flour off his hand before wiping the flour off his face. His action did not get the right spots and instead blanketed his face full of flour.

Kisa was left totally speechless.

“Ah, forget it. Let me help you.”

As Kisa said that, she put one hand on his shoulder and tiptoed as she used another hand to slowly wipe the flour off his face little by little. When she got close, Gilbert caught the whiff of fragrance from her faint yet nice- smelling bath wash.

Gilbert’s gaze deepened, and his eyes subconsciously trained on her neckline.

Her neck was very thin, and the slightly exposed clavicle looked small and delicate.

He was so entranced that he suddenly realized that he had never looked at her properly.

Even if they had had such intimate contact before, he had never been familiar with her body.

“Gilbert Kooper!”