My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 60

After cooking their dinner, Duke also led Kisha to sit down at the long dining table, insisting that she not move a muscle as he shuttled back and forth to the kitchen, bringing out the dishes he had prepared and carefully placing them on the table near her.

Seeing the sumptuous meal, Kisha couldn’t help but gasp in delight, her eyes sparkling with pleasure and completely forgetting what happened earlier.

"You can start eating anytime," Duke said graciously as he placed the last dish on the table, then elegantly seated himself beside her. "Here, try this. I believe I’ve outdone myself with this one." He carefully served the braised pork belly into Kisha’s bowl.

Before Kisha could be enticed by Duke’s enticing dishes, she noticed Sparrow and Vulture silently standing near the living room, resembling statues. "What are you two doing over there? Are you not joining us for the meal?" she inquired.

"Let them be; they’re perfectly capable of looking after themselves," Duke remarked casually, continuing to serve more food for Kisha. He cast a sidelong glance at his subordinates as if their presence was intruding on what he considered the private time between himself and Kisha.

It was not only the first time they had seen Duke cook but also the first time he had displayed such gentleness while serving someone else.

The novelty of the situation left them unable to fully grasp it; they were eager to share this revelation with everyone in their team, but with that option currently unavailable, they settled for silently giving their future madam a thumbs-up as they retreated outside to resume their patrol around the perimeter of the villa.

"Why didn’t you invite them to eat first?" Kisha inquired, taking a bite of the braised pork belly Duke had served her.

"They can eat later; it makes no difference," Duke replied nonchalantly, though his gaze kept returning to Kisha as if anticipating her reaction or approval.

"But you know I have the entire place covered, so there’s no need to send anyone on patrol." Kisha’s voice was still indifferent and she was only asking for the sake of it.

"It was still necessary for appearances, to show those who are keeping an eye on us that we remain vigilant and so those two won’t become complacent with their job," Duke explained between bites of rice, though he couldn’t resist stealing subtle glances at Kisha.

"You’re testing me, aren’t you?" Duke questioned with a knowing smile.

"Just checking if we’re on the same page," Kisha replied, returning his smirk before resuming her meal.

Duke didn’t catch Kisha’s praise for his cooking, which nearly discouraged him. However, when he noticed Kisha eating more than she typically did, he understood that her increased appetite was the praise he had been anticipating, bringing him a sense of satisfaction and happiness.

It was an achievement that felt more significant than winning a deal flawlessly or acquiring a company. The feeling couldn’t even be compared to the satisfaction he felt in those moments.

They ate in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable; rather, it was peaceful, filled with a tacit understanding between them. They didn’t need to verbalize every thought to convey their meaning; they simply understood each other without words.

After they had consumed nearly half of the meal Duke had prepared, they took a brief respite. Sensing the strain on her body, Kisha excused herself to rest upstairs. Despite her vast experience from previous lives, her current body remained fragile and weak, a stark contrast to her previous abilities.

It was a testament to her resilience that she could endure for days without rest, but even so, her body was still at level 0, requiring frequent breaks.

Despite having an additional 10 points in all stats, Kisha’s capabilities still couldn’t compare to Duke and his comrades, who were seasoned in arduous journeys and battles. Duke fully understood this, which is why he refrained from initiating a conversation about their mission or pressing her for discussion.