Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 377 Your Daddy Is Very Selective About His Food 

“I genuinely thought something important had come up for you today that you forgot to pick up the kids. Turns out you were being lovey–dovey with him at home.” 

The man’s tone was incredibly icy and brimmed with resentment. 

Kisa slowly put some distance between herself and Jensen. 

She casually turned to the kitchen entrance and saw Gilbert standing by the door. The expression on his face was terrifyingly dark 

Meanwhile, Ada and Andrew stood behind him as they peered at her carefully. 

Kisa ignored his presence and walked past him. She turned to Ada and Andrew, “Have you two eaten?” 

Andrew shook his head. 

Ada replied, “I want to eat the spaghetti you make.” 

Kisa patted their heads with a smile, “The two of you can go do your homework. I’ll go cook you two some spaghetti right this instant.” 

The two children obediently went to the living room to do their homework. 

After Kisa sent the children away, she continued ignoring Gilbert and went back into the kitchen. Then, she said to Jensen, “You can continue kneading the dough. I’ll go make the kids some spaghetti.” 

nodded with a smile. When his gaze fell on Gilbert, a

dough and motioned it at Gilbert with a smile, “Don’t get it wrong. Kisa and I are

sardonically and did not respond.

speaking with a smile, “Kisa makes delicious rose shortbread cookies. You should have some

These rose shortbread cookies are

before Gilbert could

worked hard to make into the trash. Since that’s the case, there’s no need for me to embarrass myself,‘

his

the rose shortbread cookies she made had always been meant for him and not me,‘

sneered, “I wouldn’t want to eat something that unpalatable even if you

while

him slightly, “Is

icily before turning to leave.

making spaghetti as if Gilbert had never appeared.

mood had still been affected. The atmosphere in the kitchen was no longer as harmonious and cheerful as it was at the

the spaghetti very quickly. She even added

she came out of the kitchen, the children had finished their homework. They were sitting on the couch and watching

on the other end of the couch with

Your Uncle Jensen and I

glanced at Gilbert before turning to Kisa, “Ma’am, but daddy hasn’t eaten yet.”