My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 227

Even as she felt a twinge of regret over her words, it was too late—Duke had already accepted the challenge and was eagerly anticipating it.

"Wife, you said it yourself. Better prepare yourself well," Duke smirked with mischief as he hugged her tighter, enveloping her completely. In their close proximity, Kisha could feel his excitement, his warm shaft pressing against her back.

Kisha felt a sense of unease, sensing that she might be setting herself up for a predicament she wouldn’t be able to escape once Duke fixed his gaze on her. She swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in her throat, her heart racing and seemingly lodged in her chest.

Duke could sense Kisha’s body tensing and her heart racing, but it only heightened his anticipation and excitement. He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and only he knew the effort it took to restrain himself around her.

The self-control he once prided himself on had shattered repeatedly in Kisha’s presence. He couldn’t even count how many times he had to rebuild that self-control, only to find himself unable to resist her whenever they were alone together.

And the pain he endured, seeing the woman he loved right in front of him yet unable to touch her beyond what was allowed, intensified when she became his wife with little change in their status quo. He felt frustrated, especially witnessing Alex’s obvious admiration for Kisha, setting off alarm bells in his head.

He knew he had to ensure that Kisha had him alone in her heart, or the flies and butterflies would never cease coming.

Kisha and Duke fell silent, but everyone noticed the pink bubble enveloping the couple. The more experienced individuals, like Mrs. Winters, Mr. Winters, and the Patriarch, all had a sense of what was happening. They tactfully guided everyone out of the room under the pretense of starting work, but Kisha halted them.

Kisha cleared her throat. "Sorry, everyone. We got caught up in small talk, but we’re not finished with the meeting yet. We need to sort everything out ASAP so we can get the ball rolling," she said, regaining her composure. Duke had hinted that their action would happen tonight, but it was still early, and she needed to ensure everything was in order.

Considering Duke’s stature, Kisha worried she might be confined to her quarters for a day or two with him. She cleared her throat, pushing aside her concerns for the moment, and both she and Duke grew serious as they delved into their business discussion.

Their playful smiles faded, and Kisha began, "Now that we’ve allocated the Base’s rules to the Patriarch, it’s time to assign other leadership roles. Establishing the base’s leadership structure will make it easier for the survivors to follow."

Kisha turned to Aston and asked, "Aston, where’s the Minister of Defense?"

"We’ve sent the Minister of Defense to the dungeon with the Coltons, awaiting their punishments," Aston reported, standing upright as if reporting to a superior. He knew the military structure had crumbled and accepted that following Kisha was now the best path to protect the country’s citizens and ensure survival for more people.

He trusted her character, though he acknowledged he didn’t have much choice in the matter since he was now her slave.

Kisha nodded. Earlier, before leaving Villa #5, she had also left the Colton’s men she had apprehended and stowed away in her own space. She instructed her people to confine them all to one big cell, knowing they would likely be struggling due to the limited space with so many crowded inside.