Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 535

Chapter 535 No Wonder He Said You Were Pretentious

Davian’s heart skipped a beat. ‘Could it be…Ms. Becker?’ The car had passed the person in the wheelchair when he thought of that. He then looked back hastily and said to himself, Oh my, it really is Ms. Becker.

Davian quickly parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car, and walked toward the person in the wheelchair. “Ms. Becker..”

Kisa turned her head subconsciously when she heard the familiar voice. Not only did she see Davian running toward her, she also saw the silver–gray car behind him. She frowned.” That’s Davian’s car. I’ve seen him drive it before. No wonder it looked so familiar. If that is

Davian’s car, does that mean Gilbert was also in the vehicle when he almost ran into me just now?‘

‘It would not be that coincidental, would it?‘ Kisa pursed her lips and tried to comfort herself secretly. ‘There’s no way I’d run into that man every time I’m in a terrible state.’ Just as she was thinking about it, Davian had stood before her. “Ms. Becker, why aren’t you home yet? What are you doing out here?” Davian asked while he looked around.

“Nothing. I’m just strolling around.”

Davian laughed in surprise. He was not convinced. “I don’t think there’s much to look at here. Plus, you’re in a wheelchair.” He then looked at the cast on her leg and asked, “Mr. Kooper told me you had a fall. Is it true?”

Kisa’s back stiffened. ‘Why in the world did he tell Davian about the fall?‘ She nodded slightly, and Davian frowned. “Not to be rude, Ms. Becker, but it was just a fall. Why are you in a wheelchair? No wonder Mr. Kooper keeps saying that you’re pretentious. Being in a wheelchair is so inconvenient.”

Maybe it was a psychological effect, but when Kisa sat in the front passenger seat, she could vaguely smell the faint scent of tobacco that only Gilbert had. “Can I sit in the back?” She asked Davian as she wiggled around uncomfortably.

“Oh, but you’re already here. It’s inconvenient for you to move around, so it’ll be better if you just sit where you are,” Davian said as he started the car.

Kisa lowered her head and sighed, “Forget it. This is fine.” The smell of tobacco lingered on the tip of Kisa’s nose as they drove around. All she could think about was Gilbert, and that made her upset. She rolled down the window, and a gust of cold wind rushed toward her face, blowing the stench away.

“Ms. Becker, it’s winter, you know? Why did you roll down the window? I’m freezing” Davian shivered. Kisa ignored his whine but still rolled the window up a bit. She leaned out the window and asked, “You’re the one who almost hit me with a car this afternoon, right?”