Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 928


    Chapter 928 The Game of Feelings


    However, as she smiled, tears fell involuntarily. ‘This time, I won’t fall into his trap, no matter what.


    Since he likes to y games with others‘ feelings, I will y along this time.‘


    Gilbert opened the refrigerator and took a look. Although there were many


    ingredients in the refrigerator, looking at the date, they were all bought on Kisa’s birthday. His eyes


    darkened with a touch of sadness, thinking about her birthday. He pursed his lips, threw all those


    expired ingredients into the trash, and then cleaned the refrigerator before looking for other ingredients.


    He rummaged through the kitchen cabs and finally found a pack of pasta and, fortunately, a few


    eggs in the refrigerator. Gilbert took the eggs out and fried them first. When the pasta was done, heid


    the eggs on top. This way, it looked tantalizing.


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    He had made two tes of pasta and was wondering if he should take it to the living room and wake


    Kisa up or take it into the bedroom when he saw Kisa appear in the kitchen doorway. The blush on her


    face had faded by now. She seemed to have taken a shower, her hair slightly soggy. She was wearing


    a baggy robe and looked a little frail.


    “What have you made?” She smiled gently at him, unlike that day in the hospital. At this moment, she


    was simply different from the one she was that day.


    Gilbert had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he did not dare to think too much about it or


    even ask her. He coveted the intimacy of the moment. Even if it was a trap, he would rather fall into it.


    He showed the pasta to her and smiled. “There were no other ingredients, so I cooked two tes of


    this.”


    “That looks pretty yummy.” Kisa smiled, walked over, and reached over to take the te.


    However, Gilbert dodged her hand. “It is hot. Go sit down at the table, and I will bring it over.”


    “Mmmmmm, you are so sweet.” Kisa smiled sweetly at him, then leaned over to kiss him before turning


    around and heading over to the table. But when she turned around, the gentle smile on her face


    vanished, reced by a cold one. ‘See, this man pretends to be gentle and considerate, so


    conveniently and naturally, almost realistic. If not for the heartbreaking experiences, recognizing the


    true nature of his malice and ruthlessness, I would have been deceived by his gentle disguise again.‘


    Gilbert stared in stupefaction at her back. She had never behaved like a little woman in front of him,


    and now that she did, it felt a little strange. But he still liked it. Gilbert ced the te of pasta with


    more eggs in front of her. “Tomorrow, we will go shopping for some ingredients, and I will make you


    another delicious meal.”


    “Hmm.” Kisa held the te with one hand and picked up the cutlery with the other. Perhaps because


    she was already starving, she first took a bite. As she chewed the pasta, she stared nkly at the


    pasta on the te, her eyes reddening in the vapor. Seeing this, Gilbert frowned and asked anxiously,


    “What is wrong? Is it not good?”


    Kisa said nothing. She just took another mouthful of pasta. But more and more tears were falling from


    her eyes, dripping onto the te.


    Gilbert got anxious and hastily went over to cradle her.