Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 567


    Chapter 567 Delivering Ointment


    At the moment, she was sitting on the leather couch, on which a pillow was nestled in the corner, with


    nothing to cover her legs. She panicked and went to pick up the jeans on the floor, then nced at the


    door in embarrassment–even more so when she realized it was Gilbert standing outside. She pulled


    her jeans haphazardly over her legs, and her cheeks blushed.


    “Mr. Kooper,” Lea looked puzzledly at Gilbert, “are you looking for Kisa?”


    Gilbert nced expressionlessly over Kisa’s white legs, his eyes lingering on herce pant legs for a


    few seconds before looking away. He then tossed a tube of ointment at Lea and turned to leave.


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    Lea picked up the ointment and asked, “What is this?”


    “It is for burns. The kids asked me to bring it over.” Gilbert had already walked away as his voice trailed


    off.


    Lea nced at him in surprise as he left, then turned to close the door.


    “Mr. Kooper has an ointment for burns.” Lea excitedly handed the scalding medicine to Kisa.


    Kisa took a look at it. It was indeed an ointment for burns, and it had been opened. “He has children, so


    it is not surprising that he would bring a first–aid kit on a trip,” she said faintly.


    “So, Mr. Kooper is a very thoughtful man.”


    Kisa stared at the ointment in her hand with a faint smile. ‘That man is indeed very attentive to his


    children.‘


    “But Mr. Kooper just said that the children asked him to deliver the ointment. That is strange. We adults


    didn’t even know you were scalded. How did the children know?”


    Kisa did not want to think too much. She unscrewed the ointment and rubbed it on her leg, a faint smile


    spreading across her face. “Who knows?”


    “Mr. Kooper must have thought you might have burned yourself but was too embarrassed toe and


    deliver the ointment. So he lied and said the children asked him to bring it.”


    Kisa’s hand paused and then smiled at Lea. “You have a good imagination. Why don’t you be a


    screenwriter?”


    Lea jokingly punched her. “Stop teasing me, Kisa.”


    Kisaughed and said nothing more. She did not want to know if it was Gilbert or someone else asking


    him to bring the ointment to her. The ointment felt cool once applied on the skin of her legs, and it soon


    relieved the burning sensation. She leaned back in her chair and looked at the ointment in her hand.


    At night, Gilbert, wearing light gray sportswear, waszily sitting on a wicker chair in front of the vi,


    smoking.


    Adrien looked at him, clenching and unclenching his hands several times. After a while, he walked over


    to him with a bottle of wine and two sses.


    “You are all by yourself here? You want a drink?”


    Gilbert smiled and gestured with his hand that held the cigarette for him to sit down across


    from him.


    Adrien sat down and poured two sses of wine. He pushed one ss to Gilbert. “Is there something


    between you and Ms. Becker?” Gilbert shook his head and smiled silently. Adrien sighed. “I heard


    things about you and Ms. Becker; you were husband and wife. Ms. Becker is a woman, and no matter


    the grudges between you and her, we as men should be more broad–minded and don’t argue with her.”


    Gilbert looked at Adrien with amusement. “Do I look like I have argued with her?”


    “Ha–ha, that is not what I mean. It is just that you seem to be cold toward her. We are partners. We


    shouldn’t get along like strangers. Otherwise, how can we work together next time, don’t you think?”


    Adrien nced at his face, and as if thinking of something, he suddenly said, “Speaking of which, you


    and your father are quite simr.”