Chapter 487 He Still Lost The Bet

Gilbert turned the tap on and washed his face with some cold water. He pressed his hands onto the sink as he looked into the mirror. He had a self-deprecating smile as a pair of bloodshot eyes stared back at him. 'What have I become? All this for a woman?' He felt a sort of sick satisfaction with what he had done to Kisa earlier, but he also deeply regretted his actions at the same time. 'I told myself I would never touch that woman like that again, but what did I just do?'

Gilbert's temples throbbed. He hit the sink irritably, adding a new wound to his already injured knuckles. Water was still dripping from his messy hair. He stared at the mirror for a long time before walking out of the bathroom.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed open. A fruit knife flew toward Gilbert at the speed of light. He did not dodge. Instead, he just watched the woman try to stab him with hatred plastered across her face. It seemed like he was betting with himself that she would not actually be heartless