My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 122

Kisha’s breath caught in her throat as she observed Duke’s demeanor. It wasn’t his assertiveness that unsettled her, but the intensity of desire burning in his eyes. His possessiveness wasn’t stifling; instead, it felt like a protective embrace, as if she were a cherished gem he feared losing.

Kisha had believed she understood Duke’s depth of feeling, but as she witnessed his raw emotions, she realized she may not have known him as well as she thought.

Duke’s icy fingers, sneaking under her shirt, snapped Kisha back to the present moment. She gasped nervously, glancing around to find everyone else in the room carrying on as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Meanwhile, Duke’s parents exchanged amused glances, clearly pleased to see their relationship moving forward.

Duke’s spirits lifted as he observed Kisha squirming in his embrace, her discomfort evident in front of his family. Despite recognizing her earlier teasing, the mere suggestion of her with someone else stirred a painful ache within him, a notion he refused to entertain. Determined to convey the seriousness of her jest, he resolved to ensure she never joked about such matters again.

Duke gently nipped at Kisha’s earlobe, his voice low and teasing. "Tell me, who would you rather be married to?

Hmm?" His hands continued their explorations, he felt Kisha squirming in his embrace as he let out an evil smirk while his warm breath teased Kisha’s weak ear and her squirming intensified, Duke’s face darkened as he realized that he was undermining himself again, in front of everyone and his family.

"Keep squirming like that, and we might just pick up where we left off earlier," he whispered huskily, his tone dripping with allure.

Kisha rolled her eyes at his words, but Duke persisted in his playful antics, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort. Did he expect her to remain unaffected and act like a block of wood without feeling anything? She couldn’t suppress a yelp when Duke unexpectedly licked her ear, drawing the attention of everyone around them as if he had no care in the world.

He was threatening me at one point but did the opposite, Kisha felt stumped and frustrated so she pinched Duke’s hand that was still crawling higher inside her shirt.

"Host, isn’t it obvious? He wanted you to move some more so he’ll have a reason to continue where you guys left off." 008 couldn’t suppress the giggles echoing in Kisha’s mind as it observed her predicament.

Kisha bit her lower lip and firmly pinched Duke’s hand, which had been exploring beneath her shirt. "Continue with what you are doing, or you’ll hear from my lawyer about our divorce," she quipped, mixing jest with seriousness. Duke chuckled in response, his warm breath tickling her ear as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

His other hand ceased its roaming, though his grip on her waist tightened subtly.