Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 353

Chapter 353 He Washed Her Hair

Kisa did not care that her tears were falling down her cheeks with her back facing Gilbert. She could
feel the gentleness of the man behind her, but she did not understand why the man who hated her so
much could be so gentle and caring all of a sudden. ‘If he isn’t planning something, he must be using
me as a substitute for Sara,‘ she thought.

She took a deep breath and tried her best to say in a calm tone, “Don’t expect me to be grateful to you
for treating me well right now. Like I said, I won’t rest until you’re dead.”

There was so much hatred between them that it was not something that could be settled until death.

Suddenly, Gilbert asked an irrelevant question, “Would you have refused if Jensen wanted to wash
your hair like this?”

Kisa frowned. ‘Why does he keep mentioning Jensen in the weirdest moments? Why does he keep
comparing himself with him?” In her opinion, there was nothing to compare between them. The
assumptions made by Gilbert were inexplicable, so she chose not to answer. Gilbert started to chuckle
at the assumption that Kisa’s silence meant she would not have refused. He continued to focus on
shampooing her hair which took more than half an hour. After washing her hair, Gilbert checked her
injured arm. The gauze that was dressing her wound was stained from the eggs, which caused an
unpleasant smell. He then took a pair of scissors and carefully cut the gauze. He could not help but
frown when he saw the large dark red wound on her arm. The wound had not healed yet. It was still
bloody and looked terrifying.

Kisa stared at the solemn expression Gilbert had on his face and sneered, “Every injury I ever had is all
thanks to you. This one right here is nothing compared to the burns on my back Don’t you think that it’s
fake of you to make such an uncomfortable expression?”



Gilbert stayed quiet and walked out of the bathroom. Kisa was happy when she thought that he was
mad at her. But not long after, Gilbert returned with a first–aid kit in his hand. “What kind of game are
you playing, Gilbert? If you think that I would forget what you’ve done to me all those years just
because you’re being kind to me now, you’re wrong,” Kisa hissed at him when he came closer.

“Oh, I don’t want you to forget. You’d better carve all those years of hatred into your mind,” Gilbert
sneered as he looked at her coldly. ‘If there’s no love to remember, hate is fine. It just means that she
still has me in her heart and that it isn’t only filled with Jensen,‘ he thought.

Kisa laughed in anger. Her whole being was about to collapse at the hands of Gilbert’s erratic behavior.
“Since we hate each other so much, why are you washing my hair and treating my wound? Aren’t your
words contradicting your actions?”

‘She’s right, that’s contradictory of me,’ Gilbert thought, amused. Even he could not figure out how to
explain himself. The closest explanation he could come up with was:

‘I hope she can live a good life and not get injured, so that I can keep retaliating against her.‘

Gilbert did not speak. Instead, he took her injured arm and used an alcohol–dipped cotton swab to
disinfect her wound. The stinging caused Kisa to grimace in pain and grit her teeth for the last few
seconds.

When Gilbert glanced at her, he thought of what Andrew had said yesterday.


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