Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377 Your Daddy Is Very Selective About His Food

“I genuinely thought something important had come up for you today that you forgot to pick up the kids. Turns out you were being lovey–dovey with him at home.”

The man’s tone was incredibly icy and brimmed with resentment.

Kisa slowly put some distance between herself and Jensen.

She casually turned to the kitchen entrance and saw Gilbert standing by the door. The expression on his face was terrifyingly dark

Meanwhile, Ada and Andrew stood behind him as they peered at her carefully.

Kisa ignored his presence and walked past him. She turned to Ada and Andrew, “Have you two eaten?”

Andrew shook his head.

Ada replied, “I want to eat the spaghetti you make.”

Kisa patted their heads with a smile, “The two of you can go do your homework. I’ll go cook you two some spaghetti right this instant.”

The two children obediently went to the living room to do their homework.

After Kisa sent the children away, she continued ignoring Gilbert and went back into the kitchen. Then, she said to Jensen, “You can continue kneading the dough. I’ll go make the kids some spaghetti.”

Jensen nodded with a smile. When his gaze fell on Gilbert, a mixture of emotions flashed across his eyes.

He picked up the dough and motioned it at Gilbert with a smile, “Don’t get it wrong. Kisa and I are just making rose shortbread cookies.”

Gilbert snorted sardonically and did not respond.

Jensen continued speaking with a smile, “Kisa makes delicious rose shortbread cookies. You should have some later.”

“He doesn’t need to have some. These rose shortbread cookies are meant for you.”

Kisa cut in coldly before Gilbert could respond.

‘Gilbert thinks that my rose shortbread cookies are awful. Back then, he even dumped the rose shortbread cookies that I worked hard to make into the trash. Since that’s the case, there’s no need for me to embarrass myself,‘ thought Kisa.

Gilbert narrowed his eyes coldly.

‘So my guess back then was right. From then till now, the rose shortbread cookies she made had always been meant for him and not me,‘ thought Gilbert.

Gilbert tightened his fists by his sides and sneered, “I wouldn’t want to eat something that unpalatable even if you gifted it to me.”