Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1541

That fateful day, if he had not pushed her away for Sara's sake, the child growing inside her might have been born safely. The memory of the unborn child caused a mist to form in the corners of his eyes. The truth was, he had driven her away not because of Sara, but because he could not bear to face her. After discovering the horrific truth about his parents' untimely death, he was haunted by vivid images of the accident. He knew he should not blame her, and he did not. But as she had once said, it was like a persistent thorn lodged in his heart, impossible to remove.

He felt the need to step back, to give himself time to extract that painful thorn. Yet, he could not bring himself to let her go. He knew deep down that he could not live without her. So, he fought desperately to hold onto her, gripping her tightly. Even if it meant both of them would end up in anguish, he could not bear to let go of her.

He leaned back in his chair, lost in thought for a long while before finally starting the car again.

Kisa slept deeply; her dreams filled with a heavy silence. When she woke up, she was momentarily disoriented, staring blankly at the clouds for what felt like an eternity before realizing she was in a car. The driver's seat was empty, and the back seat was equally vacant. Her heart raced as she sat up straight, scanning the scenery outside. To her amazement, she was greeted by a breathtaking sea of flowers. It was April, and the flowers were in full, vibrant bloom. Gilbert stood in the heart of the flower field, his gaze fixed on the horizon. As she slowly stepped out of the car, she recognized the field as the one Gilbert had tenderly planted for her before. She had not expected the sea of flowers to still be there, only now with a different variety of blossoms.

She approached Gilbert, her voice soft. "Did you drop the kids off at school? H

"Yep." Gilbert nodded, turning to gently take her hand.

resist his touch, but ultimately failed and decided

the plants, his movements both busy and fulfilled. Gilbert led her through the

the world is still

herself be guided by

them in a tender embrace. The trees and grass during this season were at their most vibrant and lush. Indeed, just as

the sea of flowers was a charming grass

inside, and she remained mostly silent, her aura tinged

in his voice, Gilbert suggested, "Let's start

waiting for her refusal,

least try. I know you are worried about that thorn lodged in my heart, but you have to give me time. I believe that if we can overcome this hurdle, we will be