Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 519

Chapter 519 It Hurts

"Aaaaah!" Before Gilbert could rush over to catch her, Kisa missed a step and fell off the boulder. "That hurts..." She got up, rubbed her ankle, and cried at him with great anguish. My foot hurts so much." Gilbert walked up to her and did not know what to say upon seeing her face. After a long while of fighting back his anger, he gritted his teeth and snapped, "You deserve it."

Kisa' felt even more aggrieved. She lowered her head, kneaded her ankle, and said nothing for a long time.

Gilbert looked up at the sky and asked, holding back his temper, "Can you still stand up?" "I was wrong. I shouldn't have brought her here and should not have allowed her to fool around. I should have driven her back, or to Jensen's place, instead of inviting trouble for myself. But no matter how much he regretted it, he had already brought her here. So he could not bring himself to leave her here alone. Gilbert was getting irritated. He smashed his cigarette on the ground, stubbed it out with his foot, and then yelled at Kisa impatiently, "Can you still stand on your feet or not?"

But Kisa still said nothing, just looking down at her ankle.

Gilbert ran out of patience. He took a deep breath and reached out to pull her up.

"Aaaah!"

She suddenly cried out in agony despite him doing nothing to her. He sneered, "You are getting more and more pretentious when you are drunk."

Kisa bit her lower lip and said nothing. Perhaps it was too painful, or she felt too aggrieved her eyes welled up.

Seeing that she kept quiet, he dragged her toward the car on the riverbank without saying a word. It was getting late, and he had no energy to entertain his drunken women here. But after just taking a step out, Kisa suddenly shook off his hand.

"I don't need you to care about me. You go! You go!"

Gilbert let out a sardonic smile and looked at her with his head tilted. "What do you want again? If I don't care about you, you could have fallen into the river and drowned. Won't Jensen come after me if you die?"

Kisa clenched her hands and choked with anger. "I just don't need you to care about me- not even if I die."

Gilbert shook his head and snickered. 'Even though she is drunk, she has never changed, still stubborn as ever.' He said coldly, "You think I want to take care of you? Even if you want to die, don't die in front of my eyes, because I feel awful."

Kisa was drunk, but she could understand those awful words, which saddened her terribly.

Gilbert glanced at her expressionlessly and then dragged her on to the shore. This time, she did not shake off his hand again, but limped to follow him. He glanced back at her foot with a frown. "Did you really sprain your ankle?"

Kisa said nothing, looking aggrieved and angry, as much as stubborn.

Gilbert was pissed. He did not bother to ask her about it again, but picked up his pace as he took her to the car. Probably because of the pain, Kisa could not keep up. Gilbert had to literally drag her along before he shoved her into the car. In the light of the car headlamps, he suddenly got a glimpse of her wet hair on her forehead. He reached her forehead and found that it was all cold sweat.

"You..."

Kisa smacked his hand away with a huff and said nothing.

He looked down, and his gaze fell on her crippled foot.