Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 953 Delicate Women’s Tears

Kisa was drenched. Her clothes clung to her body, making her feel uncomfortable. She crouched in front of the trash can, then lifted her clothes and wrung them. She carefully moved the few dishes on the desk to the coffee table after getting her clothes dry.

Gilbert leaned on the back of the couch and kept his eyes closed. He did not look at her or say a word.

Kisa said softly to him after she finished moving the dishes, “Gilbert, it’s time to eat.”

The man did not respond for a long time.

Kisa thought he was asleep.

Unexpectedly, Gilbert suddenly said flatly, “You can have it. I’m not hungry.” There was a trace of fatigue in his voice and also an indifference or anger, which was hard to tell.

Kisa pursed her lips and silently sat on the chair beside her. She was drenched, making it hard to sit on the couch.

was quiet, and the atmosphere seemed

open his eyes to see the woman sitting quietly opposite him with

your dinner yet,

tone. But her eye sockets were

to, as if she’s made of water, and

document or break the faucet on purpose. I know I’m useless and can’t do

sympathy and pity. I didn’t expect I’ll do this too. I feel ironic thinking about it. I don’t know if it’s useful for me

crying and guilty face. He sighed,

her, “Alright, stop crying. I

“But I blame myself.”

blame me anymore. No wonder he didn’t blame Sharon much, even if she had done so many bad things. Tsk! Men have no

toward delicate women’s tears.’

put a bowl of rice in front

if you don’t,” Kisa said