Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 350

Chapter 350 What Are You, A Dog?

Kisa felt angry and aggrieved. She could not believe this man was biting her lips after knowing he could not win with words. She pushed him away with all her strength and sarcastically growled, "What are you, a dog?"

The man took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and faced her with a weird smile on his face. Kisa angrily wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and there was blood. 'This man is ruthless. Yesterday, it was my arm. Today, my lips. He could never just watch me be well."

Gilbert raised his hands and wiped his lips to replace the egg white and yolk that came from her mouth. He frowned in disgust and pulled her upstairs without a word.

"What are you doing?" Kisa pushed him away, repulsed.

"Nothing. I'm bringing you to get cleaned up.'

The expression on Kisa's face was cold.

"What? Are you trying to contaminate my house?"

Gilbert sneered.

"You shouldn't have brought me here, then. I never asked you to bring me here anyway," Kisa replied.

"You'd become a laughingstock at the set if I didn't bring you here," he said.

Kisa laughed at the sound of that. "Speaking of which, I'm in this poor state, all thanks to you. If you didn't bite back at my assistant and I by publishing the news saying that we framed Sharon, I wouldn't have lost my

reputation and been pelted with eggs and vegetables by the masses. Of course, it's my fault that I can't win against you. But could you please stop with the gentlemanly act? It's repulsive."

Gilbert narrowed his eyes grimly. "One more word, and I'll bite you again."

"You..."

Gilbert's eyes darkened, and Kisa could not get a word out of her mouth. She was not afraid of him; she just did not want to have any intimate contact with this man anymore. Although his bite was a punishment, it still felt private.

Kisa looked around on the second floor. The villa was unoccupied, yet it was weirdly clean and tidy. It looked like someone came around often to clean the place. 'This place should also be under his name, but this is my first time here. Who knows if Sara and Sharon had been here

before? When Kisa thought of the possibility that the two women had lived in the villa, she felt anxious and wanted to leave desperately.

It was unclear whether Gilbert saw through her panic, but he suddenly voiced out behind her, "I bought this place.

five years ago, yet I only lived here for a while."

"... Oh," Kisa replied. She stood in the corridor, and blankly asked him, "Which room should I go to clean myself up?"

Gilbert did not reply. Instead, he just took her hand and walked toward a room that was located at the end of the corridor. Kisa frowned. She subconsciously wanted to shake his hands away, but she did not want to risk her wrist getting gripped tighter.

"Let go of me. I can walk by myself," Kisa said coldly.

"You walk too slow," Gilbert replied slowly, raising his hand and pushing the door open.

As the door opened, the room was filled with gray and minimalistic furniture, and it looked deserted and desolate. It was clear that it fitted this man's taste. There really was a vast difference between Gilbert and Jensen. Jensen always preferred the room to be warm and

inviting. No matter how big the room was, Jensen would fill it with elegant, warm-looking furniture. However, it was the opposite for Gilbert. He preferred cold, gray, and gloomy rooms.

Gilbert walked into the bathroom and poured water into the bathtub.