Reborn Through Fire

Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 555

Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 555

Chapter 555 Creating a Chance Encounter

“Wait there, I will be right back.”

Kisa nodded. The snow was getting heavier, and Jensen, who carried Mia in his arms, soon disappeared into the snow. She looked up at the sky and suddenly remembered the day she was sent to prison. The snow then was as heavy as today’s, and a thick layer had accumulated on the ground. She sat in the police car and looked out at the white blanket of snow, which looked beautiful but also very bleak.

She rolled forward in her wheelchair, then stretched her hand out of the eaves to catch the chilly snowflakes. The air was chilly, and the light–weighted snowflakes danced with the wind, but not a single snowflake fell on her palm. She could not resist moving a bit further out. The ground was wet, and the wheels rolled forward slowly with inertia, with only a centimeter left before she would fall down the steps. Suddenly, her wheelchair lost its balance. Her heart skipped a beat. Before she could react, a force pulled the wheelchair backward and stationed it steadily at the glass door of the building. As she looked up in trepidation, she saw Gilbert’s cold eyes and mocking smile. Her heart involuntarily pounded as she grabbed the blanket on her leg. He leaned against the glass door with a half–burned cigarette between his fingers. Kisa frowned, as the hospital was a no–smoking zone, and he had not abided by the rule.

“Humph!” He sneered as he looked in the direction Jensen had just left. “It seems useless for you to play the pity card; he still carries another woman and leaves.”

“What has that got to do with you?” Kisa said, spelling it out to Gilbert in a bitter tone.

Gilbert smiled and did not get angry. The fire between his fingers was flickering in the icy wind. He brought his cigarette to his lips, took a puff, exhaled a ring of smoke, and said, “It is none of my business. I just think it is a little funny.”

Kisa did not want to talk to him. She turned to look at the snow outside. It felt icy cold as the wind– carried snowflakes hit her face. She could not help but raise her hand and pat her face. It was really a chilly day today. After sitting here for just a minute, she felt like her face was freezing over. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was even more uncomfortable when it snowed. Kisa stretched her neck and glanced in the direction of the parking area. But Jensen had yet to come. She clenched her hands on her sides, then moved in a different direction and slid down a ramp next to her in the wheelchair. As she came down to the level ground, Gilbert came down from the steps and stopped in front of her. He was so tall that he looked like a mountain in front of her, and she had to look up to see his face. Gilbert was wearing a long black coat with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette to his lips. Kisa frowned and tried to move around him. He took a step across and stood in her way again. It seemed the same as the last time, in the hallway. He is intent on picking a fight with her.

“What do you mean by doing this?” Kisa frowned, her voice frosty.

“Nothing. I simply think your wheelchair is an eyesore.” Gilbert’s voice was equally frosty.

Kisa laughed. “If it is an eyesore, don’t look at it. Who is forcing you to look at it? I didn’t know that you were so free to come to the hospital to create a chance encounter with me.”