Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 92

Chapter 92 You Thought I Was Sara Again Gilbert quickly held his finger to his mouth so the maid would not wake Kisa, but she still awoke. She straightened hersell, unaware that her tiny hands were still wrapped in Gilbert’s palms.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

Maybe it was because she had just woken up, and her head was still confused between love and hatred, Gilbert, however, was wide awake. He pulled away his hands and looked away.” Nothing,” he replied.

Kisa looked at her hands, then at his cold shoulder, and stood up, “Don’t get it wrong. You’re the one who wanted me last night. You thought I was Sara again.”

Gilbert was annoyed after hearing her words. He snorted and did not say a word.

Kisa was hungry and could smell the breakfast the maid brought in. She did not want to explain herself further, so she said, “I’ll change your gauze after I finish breakfast.”

She brought the breakfast to the bedside table and began eating. Gilbert looked at the same breakfast he had every day and thought of the noodles Kisa had cooked for Kelvin yesterday. He stared at her and snorted.

Kisa was hungry but could not eat any faster because her stomach could not handle it.

She was licking her fingers, but she could feel a cold yet hot gaze staring at her. It started to make her feel uncomfortable. She looked up and saw Gilbert’s sullen look, in which she could not help but say, “What’s wrong? Why’re you in a bad mood so early in the morning?”

“Is breakfast nice?” Gilbert asked.

Kisa did not understand why he was asking her that, but she nodded and said, “It’s okay.”

“You seem to be very hungry. Here, you can eat mine,” Gilbert said casually.

Kisa hesitated for a while, then asked, “Are you not eating?” “I’ve been eating the same breakfast these past few days. How can anyone eat the same thing every day?!” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

‘If you’re a picky eater, just say so,’ Kisa thought, but she still went and grabbed Gilbert’s portion to the bedside table.

Gilbert grabbed the magazine beside him and ignored Kisa. After Kisa finished her food, Gilbert slowly opened his mouth and said, “I’m hungry.” Kisa was stunned. “Didn’t you say you’re not eating?” she asked.

“I’m hungry,” Gilbert repeated as he closed the magazine.

Kisa looked at each of the half-eaten food on the plate in front of her and embarrassedly said, “I’ve eaten half of everything here. M-Maybe… Y-You… Oh, forget it. I’ll go ask the servant to make you a new one.”

“Do you think they have nothing else to do? You’re not doing anything right now, anyway.

Can’t you go make me breakfast?” Gilbert said as he tossed the magazine aside angrily.

“I can’t cook,” Kisa refused. She had tried cooking for him before, but he never bothered to take a bite. He had always acted as if she would poison him with her food.

“Can’t cook? Ha. What about the noodles you made for Kelvin the other day? Do you really not know how to cook, or do you just not want to cook for me?”

“Why you…” Kisa was mad. This man finds fault in everything I do! She tried to calm the raging fire in her heart and muttered, “Okay, wait here.” ‘It’s just a bowl of noodles, no big deal.’ However, when she brought the steaming bowl of noodles to him, Gilbert’s face turned dark. She angrily put the bowl of noodles on the bedside table and said, “What is it that you want?” ‘This doesn’t work for you, and that doesn’t work. You really are so hard to please!!!!

At tlie same time, Kelvin came over. He glanced at the bowl of noodles and laughed, “Do you really not know what he’s angry about?”