Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1548

The more tenderly he treated her, the more she was haunted by the memory of his parents' deaths and her role as the transgressor.She had stolen their lives, shattering his once-blissful childhood.

Yet he never broached the subject of his parents‘ demise in her presence, fearing it would distress her.

They both avoided the topic, but that did not mean it ceased to exist.

April's embrace graced the park, casting vibrant scenery and rejuvenating air all around.

As Gilbert held her hand, guiding her along the cobblestone path with few passersby, she felt a wave of comfort she had once yearned for but believed unattainable.

Now that she had it, her heart could never return to the innocence it once knew.She had grown reticent, often relying on Gilbert to initiate conversations.

He would ask, and she would respond.He never found it tiresome and treated her with the same delicate attention as one would a first love.

As twilight enveloped them and a cool breeze kissed their skin, Gilbert slipped off his suit jacket, draping it gently over her shoulders.

Clasping her hand with conviction, he smiled warmly.

up some company affairs this week, I'll whisk you away to the south fora

warmth, depth, and an unwavering devotion.Kisa gazed into his eyes, transfixed by

moment, a fragile smile graced her pale,

"Okay."

ages since she last smiled, and it

brightness, no longer burdened by the shadows of the

into his loving embrace, murmuring softly, "The southern landscape is breathtaking; I know you'll fall in love with it.If you do, we can make it our

far from the relentless pace of the city and the tormenting

eyes and nestling into his comforting embrace.She chose not to dwell on anything else, surrendering herself to the

the bathroom gradually faded, leaving a captivating silhouette dancing on the semi-transparent glass

the bedside

Kisa stepped

now glowed with a rosy hue, thanks to

shoulders, had only been patted down with a towel before

rising to retrieve a

should dry your hair before you sleep,

from her hair, remaining silent.It was not that she did not want to dry it; her hair was long, and drying it

through the room as his gentle hand