Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 210

Chapter 210 Biting Off More Than You Can Chew

At that moment, a basketball suddenly flew toward them. Gilbert caught the ball in his long, slender hands and threw it back. Despite him being far away, the ball went cleanly through the hoop. It bounced on the ground a few times before landing in the hands of a boy who was around five or six years old.

A woman with delicate features ran up to the boy and pulled him away. She was panting as she anxiously said, “Be careful. You almost hit someone."

The little boy stared at Gilbert. Under the light, the boy's slightly familiar face showed a touch of maturity and seriousness that children of the same age did not have.

"You..." The little boy pointed at Gilbert, "You play good."

"You're rather cheeky, aren't you, little guy?" Davian looked at the boy and said, his hands on his hips. However, the little boy ignored him and kept on staring at Gilbert. "Come play with me," he said.

"Oh, this is outrageous. Look at you. You're not even tall enough to reach Mr. Kooper's waist, yet you want to play a game with him? You're biting off more than you can chew, kid," Davian

said.

Mia crossed her arms around her chest with no intention of stopping the boy, as if she was waiting for a show.

"We'll see who's biting off more than they can chew," said the little boy.

Davian laughed. He was infuriated. "Look at this arrogant kid. He probably hasn't lost anything in his life yet. Come on. We shouldn't waste our time on him. Let's go," he said to Gilbert while pointing at the little boy.

"Alright, let's play." Gilbert took off his coat and tossed it to Davian.

Davian was stunned. "Sir, this is silly," he said.

"Don't underestimate him. Blake plays very well," Mia said, walking over gracefully with a cigarette in her hand.

Davian was astounded by her beauty. He closed his eyes and thought to himself, 'How can someone possess such beauty and grace?"

Gilbert rolled up his sleeves to reveal his muscular forearms. Standing on the basketball court together, they looked like father and son. Compared to Jensen's gentlemanliness and elegance, Gilbert's disposition was cold and icy. He had a stern look on his face even when he was just playing basketball.

The motion of the ball created a rhythm on the court. Davian, who was annoyed at first, opened his mouth in shock when he saw how the little boy stole the ball, dribbled, and shot it through the hoop. "I told you he was good," Mia said while glancing at him sideways.

Gilbert was surprised by the little boy's quick movements. However, no matter how good he was, he was still a little boy, and he lost a few rounds to Gilbert.

The boy was not happy with the outcome. It was as if he had never lost a game before. "Again! " he said.

Gilbert held the ball in one hand and put the other hand on his hips. His languid posture was alluring under the light. "No, thanks. You'll just keep losing. Come play with me when you're older," he said while he tossed the ball back to the boy.

The boy held the ball in his hands, his face displeased. Gilbert found the boy interesting. 'He looks familiar,' he thought. 'It's probably because he's about the same age as Andrew and Ada.'

Gilbert's heart softened when he saw that the little boy was unhappy. "You play great, kid. You'll be incredible when you grow up," he squatted in front of the boy and said with a smile. "So what if I'm good? I still lost."

"Does winning or losing matter?" Gilbert pinched the boy's cheeks and said, "You don't have to take it too seriously."

In a minivan not far away, Kisa stared at the scene on the basketball court in shock.