Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 376

Chapter 376 Are You Buying These for Someone Beloved?

Kisa suddenly remembered her promise to Jensen of making him rose shortbread cookies.

She hesitated momentarily before walking toward the florist shop.

It was pretty crowded in the shop, with most of the customers being men.

Kisa stood in the shop browsing around before a florist approached her, "Hello, miss. What kind of flower are you looking for?"

Kisa pulled her cap lower and smiled, "I'm looking for roses."

The florist was stunned, "Miss, are you buying these for someone beloved?"

Kisa did not respond.

The florist turned around and retrieved a bouquet of fresh roses. Then, the florist smiled, Most of the people who get roses here are men, so a lady getting roses for her man is a rare sight. It seems like you like him a lot. I wish you two the best."

The florist continued speaking with a smile.

Kisa smiled and nodded along in silence.

'Speaking of which, Gilbert's never gotten me any flowers before. Then again, he's never liked me, so why would he get me flowers?' thought Kisa.

After getting some roses, Kisa went to purchase other ingredients, and then only did she return home.

When Kisa opened the door, her house was empty.

'I might've gotten used to Ada and Andrew's company; I'm actually a little not used to the kids 'sudden absence,' Kisa thought to herself.

'What's wrong with me? I'm supposed to be annoyed with that man. I'm reluctant to let his children live here, yet their absence today is making me feel so empty. I'm always saying how contradicting Gilbert is, yet I'm no different,' she thought again.

Then, Kisa took the ingredients to the kitchen.

She sorted out the ingredients as she called Jensen.

"Have you had lunch yet?"

"Nope. Neither have you, right? Shall we go out for a meal?"

Kisa said apologetically, "I have, but I'm currently making rose shortbread cookies. You..."

"I'll come over and be your assistant."

Kisa replied in amusement, "I was just about to ask you."

Just as Kisa finished her sentence, she heard someone knocking on her door.

She quickly ran to open the door before she even hung up the phone.

Jensen's phone was still on call with Kisa.

He tilted his head and smiled, "You finally remembered to make me rose shortbread cookies."

Kisa looked awkward and embarrassed.

"I've been so busy that I actually forgot."

In the very beginning, Kisa was the one who promised Jensen that she would make him rose shortbread cookies after Kohen's banquet.

Who would have thought she would only remember after the banquet ended long ago?

Jensen was strong, so Kisa got him to knead the dough.

Meanwhile, she was in charge of the rose petals.

First, she plucked off the flower petals and placed them in a small basket. Then, she washed them carefully so that she could make them into jam later.

Jensen kneaded the dough with his sleeves rolled up. He looked as if he knew what he was doing.

Kisa asked curiously, "Since you're so good at cooking, you must also be great at making pastries, right?"

Unexpectedly, Jensen shook his head.

"Nope. This is my first-time kneading dough. That's why it's up to you whether I'll get to eat delicious rose shortbread cookies."

Kisa grinned, "Don't get your hopes up. I haven't made rose shortbread cookies in a while. Moreover, I've only made it once, so I can't guarantee it'll taste good. If it doesn't, you..." "It's fine; I trust your culinary skills."

'But I don't trust myself,' thought Kisa.

Kisa glanced at the ingredients in the fridge and said, "Why don't you make something to eat first? It's getting pretty late."

"It's fine; I'm not hungry."

Jensen replied as he continued to knead the dough in the bowl.

Suddenly, Kisa noticed lots of flour stuck to his hair and forehead.

She tugged him out of reflex.

"Don't move," she said as she tip-toed to wipe his forehead.

Kisa was really close to Jensen. He could feel her warm breath against his neck.

He stared at her without blinking as his gaze gradually darkened.

Suddenly, an icy chuckle came from the kitchen entrance...