Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1443
However, her struggling and retching only made Gilbert narrow his eyes with a cold gaze. He suddenly pushed her away and
shouted at her, “If you’re disgusted by me, why bother pretending to care about me? Why bother trying to please me? Get out,
just get out!”
He was clearly drunk and seemed to have forgotten about the baby in her womb. His push was powerful, and the bathroom floor
was slippery. Kisa stumbled several steps but managed to grab onto the nearby sink to prevent herself from falling. She looked
at Gilbert in horror, only to see him standing there with one hand on his hip, the other against the wall, exuding a terrifying aura.
His arm was still bleeding, and the injured flesh had turned white from being soaked in water, a gruesome sight to behold.
Despite everything, Kisa was still concerned about his well-being. She took a deep breath and cautiously approached him. From
behind, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him carefully and tentatively. Gilbert did not push her away this time, but only
sneered.
Kisa rested her face against his back and whispered, “I really care about you, a lot.” All she got in response was another sneer.
She closed her eyes and then moved around to face him. His eyes were still bloodshot, his dark expression more frightening
than ever. The suppressed anger seemed like it could erupt at any moment. Kisa touched his face, trying to kiss him. She kissed
his lips, his Adam’s apple, and his chest. She could feel his reaction becoming more intense. Her actions grew bolder.
The sneering above her head grew colder. “You’re really making things difficult for yourself by trying to please me against your
own will.”
“I’m willing. I’m not making things difficult for myself,” Kisa murmured vaguely. She just wanted to calm this man down, to make
him rational again.
Suddenly, her body was lifted into the air, and in her panic, she met the man’s mocking gaze. Without saying a word, he carried
her toward the sink.
Kisa woke up in the middle of the night and realized she was in bed. Her stomach felt fine, but the marks on her body were clear
as day. She put on her robe and looked at the man beside her in the dim light of the wall lamp.
She had fainted in the bathroom earlier. He had been barely kind enough to carry her back to bed. He had been drinking and
they had done the deed, and now he was sleeping soundly. The wounds on his arm were still exposed, making it look even more
ghastly.

Kisa quietly got out of bed and went to find the medical kit. Gilbert was fast asleep and completely defenseless. She carefully
applied medicine to his wound and then proceeded to bandage it up. He had several injuries on his chest and shoulders, so she
took care of those as well.
As she was about to withdraw her hand, a large hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. Kisa was startled and raised her eyes to meet
his deep and intoxicating black eyes. He did not say a word but looked at her deeply before closing his eyes and falling back
asleep.
Kisa stared at the large hand on her wrist, her mind in turmoil. She covered his hand with hers and whispered softly, “Soon, after
I have taken care of Adrien, we can be together.”
The next day, Kisa woke up to find the bed empty. She asked the servant and found out that Gilbert had left early in the morning.
There was a newspaper on the table. She picked it up and realized that Christopher had been arrested by the police. They
caught him at the wharf, carrying a briefcase of cash, ready to flee. He was charged with attempted murder of her and Gilbert.
Kisa stared at the newspaper with a heavy heart filled with doubt.