Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465 Fingers Interlocked

The two looked at each other, one drunk, the other deeply affectionate.

Gilbert slowly moved toward her. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, she suddenly closed her eyes and let out a loud snore. Gilbert pulled away in amusement. 'She couldn't have fallen asleep any timelier than this.' He got up, set Kisa in a comfortable sleeping position, and covered her up. Through the quilt, he held her tightly in his arms. He could only hold her hand through the quilt at the moment. Otherwise, he really would not be able to resist taking advantage of the opportunity to make love to her. When he thought of Kisa calling him 'darling' and even saying 'I love you' to him, it filled his heart with joy and tenderness. Although she only said it while drunk, it still thrilled him to hear it. He even wished the time could stay still forever, so he could always have her like this. He stared at Kisa's sleeping face as if he could not get enough of it.

After a long while, he held her hand up with their fingers interlocked. Then, he picked up his phone and took a few pictures of their interlocked fingers and a few more pictures of him and her. After that, still, with one hand holding hers with fingers intertwined and the other holding the phone, he admired the images he had just taken. In the photo, the both of them look like a loving couple that only death could do them apart. Looking at it, he suddenly forced a smile with a touch of self-deprecation on his face. He knew that this was only an illusion. When she woke up, they would still hate each other to their guts, and they would never be a loving couple. He put away the phone and held Kisa tightly in his arms, burying his head in her neck. "Just this one night is better than the daily confrontation," he murmured sadly.

The following day, Kisa woke up with a terrible hangover. She looked at the cushion by the window and thought for a long time but only remembered that she and Gilbert had two glasses of wine, but she could not remember what happened afterward. She shook her head vigorously, then went to the bathroom to wash her face. Looking in the mirror, she tugged at her collar and looked at it, feeling a little panicky. 'Last night, we didn't do something foolish, did we? If we did, our relationship would be awkward-looking neither like enemies nor a couple.' She cut it from her mind and patted her face with cold water. When she had completely calmed down, she then headed outside the room.

'Alcohol ruins things; I mustn't simply drink with anyone next time.'

As she came out of the room, the three children were fully dressed and sitting at the dining table, reading books while waiting for Gilbert getting the breakfast ready. When they saw her, they greeted her, "Good morning, Ma'am!"