Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 731

Chapter 731 You Can Stop Hating Him Now

"I heard that you and Gilbert went together these days to investigate the prison fire that happened back then."

Kisa paused what she was doing and asked with a smile, How do you know?" Jensen's sudden question reminded her of the mysterious man who saved the two jailers.

But Jensen smiled and said, "I ran into Davian when I went to pick Blake up from the Kooper residence; he told me about it."

Kisa pursed her lips. 'So he wasn't the person who sent the mysterious group of men.' She continued to sort out the ingredients she had just bought. "Although we didn't replace the real culprit of the fire, Gilbert cleared his name, at least," she said without looking up.

"Oh yeah? That's good."

Kisa then glanced at him. "At first, I was convinced that Gilbert was behind the fire because of a conversation outside the door. I hated him for several years. But now I know that the conversation was deliberately made between the two jailers for my benefit at the behest of someone else."

"That's good. You can stop hating him now." Jensen lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.

Kisa could not help but take another glance at him as he sounded lackadaisical and indifferent. She somehow felt that Jensen had changed a lot recently. He used to give her the feeling of being gentle, like a big brother with whom she could trust, depend on, and feel comfortable. But now, she felt he seemed detached, as if indifferent to everything in this world.

She put the ingredients she would need later in the sink, then walked up to him and looked at him with a serious face. "Is there something bothering you lately, Jensen?"

Jensen was keeping his head low and in a daze. He could not help looking up at her when he heard her question. For some unknown reason, he felt her concern was fake.

He reminded himself that she was Kisa, and Kisa had always been genuine, and that she was the only sunshine in his heart. But he could not understand why he now doubted her and rejected the sunshine he had always cherished. He questioned whether it was because he belonged to the darkness and did not deserve a bit of light. He lowered his eyes again and suddenly laughed at himself.

Kisa frowned. "Jensen, you-"

"What else is there to say? You are going to be together with Gilbert. Of course, he feels sad. It is not like you don't know you are the person he loves." Mia, who was at the doorway, suddenly sneered. Jensen glared over at her. "I advise you not to talk nonsense."

"Heh, nonsense?" Mia snickered. "Jensen, how come I didn't realize you were a coward before this?"

Jensen's face turned cold completely. "Get out!"

Mia shot an indignant glare at Kisa before turning to leave, and Kisa stood frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

Jensen looked down at her. "She just likes to talk nonsense. Nothing serious comes out of her mouth. Don't take her words to heart."

Kisa nodded and looked up at him. "Are you really okay?"

"What can happen to me? I'm just a little sentimental all of a sudden."

"But you don't look like someone sentimental."

"So what do you think I should look like?" With a touch of self-deprecation, Jensen faintly smiled as if he was in self-denial all this while.

Kisa did not know what to say. "You are a good man. In my eyes, you are the most gentle and dependable person.

Jensen snickered as he stroked her head. "You always imagine me to be so nice. It makes me feel a little ashamed of myself." With that, he turned around and walked outside absent-mindedly. Kisa looked on as he went and suddenly said, "No matter what happens, you will always be my most precious friend."

Jensen halted in his tracks for a second but did not look back. Kisa felt a lump in her throat as she looked at his lonely shadow from behind. She smiled secretly, as she did not know earlier that sentimentality could also be contagious. It was not until later that did Kisa learn Jensen had been hovering between good and evil, and unfortunately, everyone was pushing him to the evil side with no one giving him a helping hand.