Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 487 He Still Lost The Bet

Gilbert turned the tap on and washed his face with some cold water. He pressed his hands onto the sink as he looked into the mirror. He had a self–deprecating smile as a pair of bloodshot eyes stared back at him. ‘What have I become? All this for a woman?‘ He felt a sort of sick satisfaction with what he had done to Kisa earlier, but he also deeply regretted his actions at the same time. ‘I told myself I would never touch that woman like that again, but what did I just do?’

Gilbert’s temples throbbed. He hit the sink irritably, adding a new wound to his already injured knuckles. Water was still dripping from his messy hair. He stared at the mirror for a long time before walking out of the bathroom.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed open. A fruit knife flew toward Gilbert at the speed of light. He did not dodge. Instead, he just watched the woman try to stab him with hatred plastered across her face. It seemed like he was betting with himself that she would not actually be heartless enough to stab him in the chest. If I get this right, then there’s hope for our relationship. If I’m wrong, it’s no big deal. I’ll just lose my life, he thought.

pierced through his skin, he laughed in a self–deprecating manner. Turns out I lost. I’ve never won this bet, have I? I can’t believe that she would actually be so cruel. But

penetrated Gilbert’s skin bit by bit. The pain he felt from his chest instantly spread throughout his body. He swayed unsteadily. Kisa let go of the fruit knife and quietly looked at the blood that was flowing out of his chest. “Why didn’t

eyes, shook his head, and chuckled. “Yes!” Kisa replied without hesitation. Her

was disappointed. He pulled the knife out of his chest, and more blood gushed out, staining a large area of his shirt red. He staggered up to Kisa and handed her the knife with blood all over

tried to force it into her hands. One was adamant in giving it, while the other did not want

getting anxious when she looked at the blood. “What? You’re not trying

could get away with murdering you, then I would stab you a hundred times more.” The hatred behind her voice was