Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1547

A bustling silhouette reflected on the kitchen's glass door.

Intrigued, Gilbert walked over and slid it open.

Sara instantly greeted him with a radiant, tender smile. "You're awake! I made breakfast, so go freshen up and we can eat." Her hands moved with practiced grace as she prepared the meal.

Gilbert could not take his eyes off her, and for a fleeting moment, she morphed into Kisa in his mind. Now, even the simplest scene seemed beyond his reach.

Suddenly, a pair of delicate hands encircled his arm. Sara gazed at him with worry. "Gilbert, what's wrong? Did you not sleep well?"

With stoic composure, Gilbert gently pulled his arm away.

"It was Kisa who asked you to stay," he said quietly. Sara's lips tightened, her head lowered. Appearing both vulnerable and blameless.

"I know. None of you ever welcomed me. From the start, I'vealways been an unwanted presence." Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"What is it that you want?" Gilbert inquired, a hint of detachment in his voice. "Aside from love, I can give you anything else, as long as you move out and stop interfering in my life."

Tears brimmed in Sara's eyes. She did not sob or vent her frustrations like the night before. She simply stood silently; her head bowed. As Gilbert began to walk away, she impulsively grasped his arm, then hastily withdrew her hand, as if fearing his repulsion.

With an air of caution, she implored, "I don't want anything more than a normal life and a regular job. I've been disconnected from society for so long that I don't know how to do anything else. So,

Gilbert, please give me a chance. Let me work at GK. I want to prove my worth, to live by my own abilities. Once I settle into my job, I'll move out, find a place to rent, and stop intruding on your and Kisa's lives."

Her demeanor was a mix of vulnerability and humility.

Gilbert had no reason to refuse her. With a cool detachment, he replied, "Fine. I'll have Davian arrange a job and a place for you to stay."

"Thank you, Gilbert. Thank you so much."

Gratitude seemed to shine through Sara's tearful eyes, but as

Gilbert turned away, a fleeting spark of malice and resentment flickered within her tear-streaked gaze.

Kisa did not wake up until late afternoon. The room was eerily quiet, as if not a soul was around. She lay there, listlessly, unable to muster the energy to move. Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open. Someone tiptoed in, the footsteps deliberately softened.

Slowly, she turned her gaze and saw Gilbert coming in, removing his jacket.

"You're awake?" he said, finally noticing her consciousness and flashing a warm smile.

Kisa sat up, clutching her blanket, and watched him slip into casual clothes. She asked, "Did you go out?"

"Yeah, I went to grab your favorite madeleines from that little shop you love." He sauntered over to her, hands on either side of her, and planted a tender kiss on the corner of her lips. "Come on, get up. They

won't taste as good if they get cold."

Kisa's eyes locked onto his handsome face, so close to her own.

After a moment, she hesitantly asked, “Where's Sara?"

"She moved out. I set up a job for her at GK, which is exactly what she wanted."

He gently helped her up, his voice a soothing whisper.

"Once you've eaten, we'll go for a walk together."

Still, Kisa could not shake her daze.

"Surely a small job couldn't have been all that Sara wants,' she thought.

She did not say much and just got out of bed, following Gilbert's lead. Recently, his care and attention toward her had been nothing short of extraordinary. Yet, she did not feel particularly happy about it, and her heart was weighed down with a heavy burden.