My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 503

The patriarch and Mr. Winters, who had listened intently, couldn’t help but feel reassured by Kisha’s strength and poise.

As the daughter-in-law of their family, they knew she would keep Duke steady, never allowing his light to overshadow hers.

Instead of diminishing, Kisha’s brilliance would only grow with time, standing beside Duke as an equal.

The patriarch and Mr. Winters exchanged glances with Duke, their expressions a mix of mock disdain.

It was as if their unspoken message to him was: "You’re lucky to have such an incredible wife—you don’t deserve her."

They even snorted for effect, but the broad smiles tugging at their lips betrayed their genuine happiness for him.

In their hearts, they were overjoyed that Duke had found a partner like Kisha—a woman capable of shouldering the world’s trials and triumphs alongside him.

She wasn’t just a companion; she was a pillar, someone who would stand tall beside him no matter the challenges, much like their own wives had done for them in their time.

As they reflected on this moment, gratitude filled their hearts.

They silently thanked their ancestors for the blessings bestowed upon their family.

Despite the fall of the world, the Winters had not only endured but thrived, now standing as leaders guiding humanity’s survival.

To witness three generations of Winters united in this pivotal moment felt like a testament to their resilience and the hope that Kisha and Duke would carry their legacy forward.

Duke rolled his eyes with mock disdain, matching the energy of his father and grandfather.

If he didn’t know any better, he might have believed he was the adopted son of the Winters, given how they were treating him.

Then again, perhaps this behavior ran in the family. After all, the patriarch had treated Duke’s father much the same way when he brought home a gentle and sensible wife—a woman who not only brought harmony to their household but also managed to raise the once-rebellious Duke into the fine man he was today.

Some things, it seemed, were destined to be passed down through the generations.

The banquet buzzed with lively energy as everyone indulged in the feast before them.

The tables were laden with an abundance of vegetables, meats, rice, noodles, and even frozen seafood—luxuries that made the gathering feel more like a wedding banquet than a simple celebration.

The atmosphere was warm and joyous, and the sense of camaraderie grew stronger with every shared laugh and bite.

Some of the attendees, feeling more at ease and closer to their leaders, couldn’t resist playfully teasing Duke and Kisha, adding a touch of lightheartedness to the evening.

"City Lord, since we missed your wedding ceremony, let’s treat this as your wedding banquet! Please accept our toast," one slightly drunken man declared, raising his glass.

His bold statement brought laughter, and soon, others joined in, lifting their cups to toast Kisha and Duke.

Graciously, the couple accepted the well-meaning congratulations with warm smiles.

Amid the cheers and chatter, Duke leaned against Kisha’s shoulder, a faint pout on his lips.

There was a hint of melancholy in his expression, amplified by the alcohol loosening his usual composure.

"Wifey, I feel bad..." he murmured softly, his tone almost childlike.

Kisha glanced at him, both amused and indulgent. "Why?" she asked gently, knowing he was rarely so vulnerable in front of others.

"Because, even though we’re husband and wife, we still haven’t had a proper ceremony. I want to give you the wedding you deserve," Duke confessed, his voice tinged with regret as he clasped Kisha’s hand, gently rubbing it with his thumb.

Her words weren’t just meant to comfort Duke; they were a reminder to herself as well, a vow that their future—no matter how uncertain—would hold space for dreams yet to be fulfilled. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}