Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 49 Love to Pretend in Front of Me

"Where are your shoes?" Gilbert asked in a faint voice.

"I gave them to Ariella," Kisa replied casually.

He let out a mocking smile. 'When did this vicious woman become so kind-hearted?' Gilbert looked out the window, replaceing that those feet of hers were an eyesore.

Sometime later, the car finally slowed to a stop. Kisa glanced out the window. In front of her eyes was a magnificent, luxurious hotel.

Gilbert had already gotten out of the car first. She hesitated for a long while but still followed and got out of the car at last. As much as she resented staying in the same hotel with Gilbert, there was no other option at the moment, as her documents were with her, and she could not stay in any hotel.

"Okay, Mr. Kooper. I will go right away." Davian hung up the phone helplessly. He turned to look at Kisa. "Mrs. Kooper, you should go in. Mr. Kooper is staying on the 30th floor, Room 3008."

"Aren't you going in?"

"I have to go buy medicine."

When Kisa heard that, she remembered she had just bitten him. "Then go quickly. You can't let the wound in your hand get infected."

Davian smiled but said nothing and started the car.

Kisa stood in front of the hotel for a long time without going in. Gilbert, who was walking ahead, turned around and growled at her. "If you don't come in, then sleep outside. You deserve to freeze to death."

Kisa felt wronged. Not that she did not want to go in. It was just that the pain in her waist, caused by Anthony's kick, had caught up with her when she finally eased up. It hurt so much that she could barely straighten her back. And those feet hurt like hell with every step she took. She hunched over and glanced at Gilbert, who looked at her with disgust, just like she expected it. She felt all the more aggrieved and indignant. 'If it was not for him, I would not have been kicked by Anthony, and those guys would not have followed me. I'm injured and in pain. Instead of comforting me, he disdains me. If it had been Sara, he would have been heartbroken and considerate enough to carry Sara in his arms.'

The more she thought about it, the more terrible she felt. Just then, Gilbert's sarcastic jeer came again. "You love to pretend in front of me, don't you? Weren't you smart-mouthed and very much alive just now?"

Kisa gritted her teeth and straightened her back in pain but still pretended to smile. "Yes, I like to pretend in front of you. Don't you just love women who pretend?" 'Sara and Sharon like to pretend, too, but he just likes it. How come he is so disgusted by me then?'

"Hmph, it is just a pity that the way you pretend is so disgusting that it makes me want to ratchet.'

The man's words became even more hurtful. Had she known it, she would rather be caught by those guys than get his maltreatment. She said nothing, just putting her hand to her waist, clenched her teeth, and walked straight inside. Because of the back pain and foot pain, she walked in a strange posture.

Gilbert frowned at her for a long while and then took a few steps over and carried her up in his arms.

It startled Kisa, who subconsciously coiled her arms around his neck. "What are you doing?"

"You're walking too slow," Gilbert grunted in disgust. He was surprised by how light this woman was-she was lighter than last time. He wondered if she had ever eaten anything and how she could be so skinny.

Kisa said nothing, nor did she protest. She just nestled obediently in his arms. Her idea was that since he wanted to carry her, then she might as well let him be. Her body hurt, anyway.

The 30th floor was all luxury suites. Once inside the room, Gilbert unceremoniously threw her on the floor.