Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 353 He Washed Her Hair

Kisa did not care that her tears were falling down her cheeks with her back facing Gilbert. She could feel the gentleness of the man behind her, but she did not understand why the man who hated her so much could be so gentle and caring all of a sudden. ‘If he isn’t planning something, he must be using me as a substitute for Sara,‘ she thought.

She took a deep breath and tried her best to say in a calm tone, “Don’t expect me to be grateful to you for treating me well right now. Like I said, I won’t rest until you’re dead.”

There was so much hatred between them that it was not something that could be settled until death.

irrelevant question, “Would you have refused if Jensen wanted to

in the weirdest moments? Why does he keep comparing himself with him?” In her opinion, there was nothing to compare between them. The assumptions made by Gilbert were inexplicable, so she chose not to answer. Gilbert started to chuckle at the assumption that Kisa’s silence meant she would not have refused. He continued to focus on shampooing her hair which took more than half an hour. After washing her hair, Gilbert checked her injured arm. The gauze that was dressing her wound was stained from the eggs, which caused an unpleasant smell. He then took a pair of scissors and carefully cut the gauze. He could not help but

expression Gilbert had on his face and sneered, “Every injury I ever had is all thanks to you. This one

was mad at her. But not long after, Gilbert returned with a first–aid kit in his hand. “What kind of game are you playing, Gilbert? If you think that I would forget what you’ve done to me all those years just because you’re being kind to me now, you’re wrong,” Kisa hissed

to forget. You’d better carve all those years of hatred into your mind,” Gilbert sneered as he looked at her coldly. ‘If there’s no love to remember, hate is fine. It just means that

about to collapse at the hands of Gilbert’s erratic behavior. “Since we hate each other so much, why are you washing my hair and treating my wound? Aren’t your words