Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 1418

Chapter 1418 If You Can’t Walk, Then Don’t

Kisa instinctively reached out and gently rubbed her stomach, finding comfort in the thought of

this.

Kisa didn’t know how long she had been waiting, but she felt increasingly cold. Her legs and feet were almost numb from the cold. She had nowhere else to go, as there was a long stretch of wasteland outside the cemetery. With her reliance on a cane to even walk now, she knew she couldn’t even entertain the thought of walking out to hail a taxi.

After waiting for a long, long time, the chilly wind blew around her, rustling the branches of the trees and pricking at her nerves. She couldn’t tell whether it was the cold or the fear that made her tremble all over. She couldn’t resist looking back, and the more she looked, the more she felt a chill run down her spine.

At this point, she even wished Anthony would come down from wherever he was anyone, really- just so she wouldn’t have to be so scared. With a deep breath, she leaned on her cane and prepared to climb up to find Anthony. It never occurred to her that one day she would seek safety from Anthony himself.

Kisa raised her cane, ready to make a move, when a beam of headlights suddenly appeared in the distance. Her heart racing, she squeezed the cane tightly, wondering who it could be – Gilbert or Adrien? The car pulled up about 30 feet away, and she held her breath as she watched a figure emerge from the vehicle. As he approached, she felt a wave of warmth spread through her chest – it was Gilbert.

He had come back for her, just as he promised he would.

As Gilbert stepped out of the car, he did not immediately approach her. Instead, he stood there, his eyes fixed on the woman illuminated by the headlights. Her face was flushed from the cold, and she sat on the staircase. Gilbert could not help but feel a mix of emotions as he watched her – relief that he had found her, annoyance that she was just sitting there.

The man lurking in the darkness had a heavy scowl on his face. He had not left at all. His car had been parked outside all along, waiting for the woman to step out. But she had stubbornly refused to make a move and had not even bothered to give him a call. ‘Isn’t she the one who’s scared of ghosts and things that go bump in the night? Yet here she is, brazenly sitting on the steps, defying her fears.‘