My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 259

Kisha wasn’t entirely wrong; Duke had indeed been planning to sneak in another kiss. However, Kisha was worried that the kiss might lead to a repeat of their steamy night, which she was not in the mood for. Still feeling sore and hoping to avoid being bedridden for the rest of the day, she was keen to prevent anything more from happening.

Seeing Kisha being a little evasive, Duke felt a pang of reluctance in his heart. He didn’t want her to avoid his touch, though he understood her reasons. Still, he felt wronged, as he had truly held back the previous night. "Maybe just a little?" he thought.

He shook his head to clear the thoughts swimming in his mind, trying to avoid letting them lead him back into the gutter. He felt as though he’d lost his self-control the moment he tasted bliss, and now didn’t seem like the right time for such indulgence. Instead, he focused on dutifully serving the food he had cooked on the bed, as Kisha was still having a hard time moving.

He helped Kisha sit up in bed and placed a pillow behind her before setting the tray on the side table. He first removed the lid from the clay pot and then scooped some chicken soup into a smaller bowl. Instead of giving her the bowl right away, he stirred the soup a little, then gently blew on a spoonful to cool it down.

Kisha looked at Duke in confusion, initially thinking he planned to eat first and let her watch. However, knowing Duke wasn’t like that, she realized he must be planning to feed her. After a moment, Duke came closer, sat beside her on the bed, and held the spoon near her mouth, his eyes expectant as he waited for her to take a sip.

Kisha felt like laughing, momentarily forgetting her anger. "I’m not disabled, you know. I can feed myself," she snorted, raising her eyebrows.

"I know, but I want to serve my wife," Duke retorted, not budging as he urged her to take a sip, a strikingly doting smile playing on his lips. Kisha was swooned by that smile and absentmindedly followed his lead, taking a sip of the soup. It was rich and aromatic, with a hint of herbs.

"A medicinal chicken soup?" Kisha murmured, tilting her head to the side as she tried to understand. She hadn’t specified what she wanted to eat and thought Duke would choose something simple and light that was easy to cook.

"Well," Duke began, shyly rubbing the tip of his nose after placing the spoon back in the bowl. "I know my wife was exhausted from last night and needed some nourishment, so I cooked this," he explained.

Kisha felt her brows twitching. She didn’t know whether to be touched by his attentiveness or angry because he was also the reason she needed nourishment. However, seeing Duke’s sincere and apologetic expression, she couldn’t stay mad. She tempered her emotions and let it go. After all, she had given her consent and was the one who taunted him first, so she shared the blame for her own discomfort.

Besides, even if she didn’t want to admit it, she also enjoyed it just not the aftermath.

Kisha smiled in defeat and let Duke feed her, knowing it would make him happy and help comfort him. Duke, seeing that Kisha was no longer mad at him, excitedly fed her the food he had cooked. "Does it taste good? Or were the herbs too strong?" Duke gently asked, wiping a bit of soup from the side of Kisha’s lips with his thumb before subconsciously licking it off.

Kisha stared at his hands, then back at Duke. She wanted to say something but stopped herself. Duke looked so natural as he took care of her, from his gentle actions to licking the soup residue off his thumb. ’Maybe this is how a real husband and wife act?’ she wondered, almost bursting into laughter. ’Why am I acting so shy now when we’ve already exchanged saliva in our kisses?

Acting shy is pointless at this stage.’ She guffawed.

"Are you spying on me?" Duke scowled at his grandfather. One thing he couldn’t tolerate was being spied on, even by a family member. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}