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,

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

pretended to inadvertently glance

dark eyes

She felt panicked.

turned back around and continued to scroll through her phone

did not process whatever was playing on

and kept on detecting the movements of the man

long while, Gilbert finally spoke, “I saw the

For a moment, she could not process his words and subconsciously

as she finished

only that would make him so emotional, panicked, and….smitten. I was curious why he’d run to the backyard all of a sudden, so

man spoke, “The

Sara… Such an intimate way to address her,’

longer in the mood to

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

“Is that so? You