Reborn Through Fire

Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 687

Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 687

Chapter 687 I’ve Got an Idea

“You clearly weren’t like that on Kerrona Hill. You said you believed in me and that I had nothing to do with that fire.”

“Yeah.” Kisa nodded her head and chewed her bread with a perfunctory look.

Gilbert was fuming, frowning at her. “What the hell do you mean?”

“Nothing. Aren’t we going to find the truth? Why do we have to dwell on it?” Kisa stared at him, puzzled by his reaction, thinking he was angry for no good reason.

He stared at the indifferent look on her face and suddenly let out self–deprecating laughter. “Is it true that no matter what I do now, you will never change your mind about me, and you will always hold a grudge against me for sending you to prison?”

“What are you mad about again? Why are you talking about this for no good reason?” Kisa felt his emotions were a bit too erratic, and she could not stand it because he always got angry too easily. She asked herself what was so good about him she fell in love with him last time.

Gilbert glanced at her sullenly and then started the car without saying another word. The cup of noodles was left uneaten, and they had become mushy, soaked in the liquid. As the car went through some bumpy road surfaces, the broth in the cup swirled and looked as if it was going to spill from the cup at any time. So Kisa put the cup into a plastic bag and tied it, then leaned back in her seat to fake being asleep. ‘What a good cup of instant noodles! But he has ruined it.‘ She was still feeling sorry for her cup of noodles, which she had only taken a couple of bites.

Not surprisingly, the car pulled into a small town after 5.00 pm. The town was much livelier than the previous one. It was not New Year yet, but the festive atmosphere was apparent. The streets were

lined with stalls selling trinkets and filled with pedestrians. In front of a few stores was a snowman wearing a red hat and scarf. The place definitely looked carnivalesque.

They drove past a bus station, where the traffic was congested. So Kisa could take a good look at the lively street scene. It was full of life. Looking at it freed her from anxiety. Many bakeries were selling appetizing pastries near the bus station. Kisa already got a little hungry by just looking at them. She wanted to ask Gilbert if he could pull over and let her buy some pastries, but he had not said a word, his face grave, apparently still angry since the fight with her earlier. So, she did not ask.

Gilbert kept staring at the buses entering and leaving the station as if watching something. He was so engrossed that he did not even notice the traffic light had turned green. It was only when the car horn sounded from behind that he drove forward again.

Kisa did not ask him if he wanted to stay the night in this town. Ever since their fight, the atmosphere between them had become dreary. He had said nothing, so she did not want to say anything, either.

Gilbert drove around the town and ended up back on the main road, which was the busiest, with brightly lit hotels all along it. The sky was completely dark now. He drove along the main road for a while before stopping in front of what might look like the most upscale hotel in town. But after he stopped the car, he just leaned back in the seat and did nothing. Since he did not get out of the vehicle, Kisa sat silently with him. She could do with sleeping in the car for the night, anyway. Gilbert did nothing but just sat there for a long time.

Kisa thought she was really going to spend the night in the car and was reclining the back of the seat when he suddenly spoke in a deep voice. “I have an idea of how to shake off those killers.“