Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 749

Chapter 749 Don’t Piss Me off Next Time

The people around them started whispering.

They were criticizing Gilbert for being bad–tempered and saying that he should give in to the woman as a man.

Some of them pitied Kisa. They wondered how she could endure the man’s violence in the long term and that they should break up soon.

Hearing the people’s whispers, Gilbert gradually darkened his expression.

Meanwhile, Kisa remained seated calmly.

Gilbert glared at her and smiled icily, “Are you done? If you’re done eating, then let’s go.”

Kisa smiled before slowly pulling out her wallet from her bag.

However, the man was faster than her. He took out a few hundred–dollar bills and placed them on the table before dragging her away.

The woman who sold the meat skewers counted the dollar bills and yelled at their retreating backs in panic, This is too much!”

However, Gilbert did not turn around; he strode out of the alley while dragging Kisa along. Then, he roughly shoved

her into the car.

Kisa fell onto the backseat unflatteringly. Before she

could even sit up, the man’s tall figure leaned down and towered over her.

Kisa frowned; her eyes brimmed with reluctance.

The man peered at the disgust and reluctance on her face as the patience in him slowly wore away.

He gripped her shoulder and tried his best to suppress his impulsiveness and anger.

“Don’t piss me off in the future, seriously. You won’t gain anything from it,” he said to her.

Kisa sneered at him, “If you don’t show up in front of me, naturally, I won’t piss you off.“‘

Gilbert glared daggers at her. The way he was gritting his teeth looked as if he wanted to eat her alive.

Kisa’s shoulder was in pain from Gilbert’s grip while her lower body felt uncomfortable with him pressed against her. Besides that, she also felt her stomach churning a little.

She shoved his chest in disdain, “Alright. Hurry up and start the car. I want to go home.”

“Go to the front seat.”

Kisa said in annoyance, “No! Weren’t you the one who stuffed me into the back seat?”

“To the front seat!”

The man stubbornly emphasized once more. His tone was aggressive and assertive.

Even though Kisa did not want to listen to him, she did not have what it took to argue with him.

He’s more persistent than I imagined. I’ve never made him change his mind,‘ she thought.