Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 408

Chapter 408 Don’t Be Afraid, I’m Not Going Anywhere

Gilbert stroked her wet and cold hair as he said with a somewhat admonishing tone, “Why didn’t you sleep only after drying your hair? Be careful of catching a headache.”

As he said that, he plugged the hair dryer in, lifting her hair up as he blow–dried her hair.

Kisa did not say a word but her fingers held onto the quilt tightly.

She really thought he had left just now.

‘If he hadn’t come back just now, was I going to die from that asphyxiating fear just now?‘

Thinking of that dream earlier, she could not help but to shudder and feeling colder all over.

Gilbert patiently blew her hair dry. No one spoke as the only the sound of the hair dryer echoed across the room.

After a while, his long fingers easily passed through her hair. Only when it was clear to him that every strand of her hair was dry, did he turn the hair dryer off.

As he put it aside, he held his hand out and pushed the stray strands of her on her face to the back of her ear as he asked, “Are you tired? Want to sleep?”

Kisa shook her head in silence.

Although she was in a daze now, that dream had really scared her and it would be difficult for her to fall asleep again.

Gilbert held her shoulder and leaned her against the headboard. “Have some rest then.” As he said that, he got up.

Kisa asked anxiously, “Where are you going?”

At this juncture, she was both flustered and helpless, weak, and pitiful.

Even if he was her nemesis, the person she hated the most, she still hoped that he could stay with her a moment longer.

That nightmare struck fear in her and she did not want to spend this long night alone.

No matter what grudge Gilbert was nursing against her, no matter how much he resented her, his heart softened upon seeing her like that.

He smiled at her. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

The man’s smile caused her heart to tremble.

She looked away and stared at the slightly shaking curtains in a daze.

Gilbert looked at her side profile before turning around and lifting the quilt up.

Kisa was taken aback and immediately retracted her leg, but the man quickly grabbed onto it.

“Don’t move. You’ve been scratched in many places. I’ll medicate them so they’ll heal a bit faster.” Normally, she would have rejected the man’s kindness, or even toss a few venomous jabs his way. But today, perhaps because of her illness, she did not want to speak, so she let him apply medication on the wounds on her leg.

She leaned weakly against the headboard, the discomfort causing her to frown a little.