Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1269 I Want to Prove My Innocence

Kisa subconsciously turned to look. To her surprise, the silhouette was Gilbert.

“How’d he get to the courtyard within such a short period of time? He’s still in his night robe,’ she thought.

Kisa then glanced at the courtyard behind him; it was pitch black. Only Vivian’s place had some light, and the other places did not look different.

Her gaze was fixated on Gilbert. After the man entered the house, she finally shifted her gaze.

A while later, Gilbert finally returned.

“What were you doing just now?” Kisa asked curiously the moment the man entered the room. Gilbert shut the door and glanced at Kisa. A moment later, he responded indifferently. “Nothing.” Then, he leaned onto the headboard and stared at a random spot in a daze.

Gilbert scrunched up his brows as his eyes darkened; he seemed to be thinking about something. Kisa could not figure out what he was thinking, but she sensed he had a heavy heart. She pursed her lips. Then, she suppressed her curiosity and did not ask more questions. “That’s how he is. If he doesn’t want to tell me, there’s no use asking him,’ she thought. She climbed into the bed and started scrolling on her phone with her back facing him.

“Sometimes, this man would blame me for not telling him a thing. But isn’t he the same? He’s always hiding things from me. If he doesn’t want to tell me, so be it!’ she thought.

Kisa continued scrolling through her phone and tried her best to kill the curiosity she felt,

backyard just now was really strange. He wouldn’t have gone down all of a sudden unless he saw something. After all, he should be getting ready for bed at this. hour. So what in the world did he see?

heavily. After that, she pretended to

met with the man’s dark eyes the man

She felt panicked.

and continued to scroll

whatever was playing on her

detecting the movements of the man behind

a long while, Gilbert finally spoke, “I

not process his words and subconsciously asked, ” What

she finished asking,

be talking about the figure that resembled Sara Mitchell a lot. After all, only that would make him so emotional, panicked, and….smitten. I was curious

man spoke, “The figure that resembled

intimate way to address her,’ thought

the mood

and threw it to the nightstand. Then, she pulled up the blankets and pretended as if she were

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