My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 61

In a rush, Duke darted to the drawer in his study room where the spare keys were kept. He quickly retrieved Kisha’s room key and dashed back to her door with urgency like a sprinter in a marathon, his heart pounding with concern.

As he returned, the sound of Kisha’s faint sobbing lingered in the air. Without hesitation, Duke unlocked the door and made his way to her bedside. There, he embraced her with such intensity, as if he wished to merge her into his own being, to shoulder her suffering as his own, all in an effort to alleviate her distress and bring her solace.

Feeling pained to see her in such distress, Duke hugged her tightly, wishing he could bear her pain himself. They sank onto the bed together, him cradling her in his arms, gently patting her back in a rhythmic motion, offering what comfort he could. _{freewebnoveℓ.com}

Kisha felt a warm, boulder-like presence enveloping her entire body. Surprisingly, rather than feeling discomfort, she found herself at ease, as if cocooned in a protective embrace. The sensation seemed to gently ease her pain, cradling her until she drifted back into a peaceful slumber.

As Kisha’s breathing steadied and her soft whimpers ceased, her knitted brows gradually relaxed. Watching her peacefully sleeping in his arms, Duke felt a sense of relief and happiness wash over him. Drawing her closer, he too succumbed to sleep, comforted by her calming scent and the warmth of her body against his. In her presence, he found a sense of ease and solace, his heart at peace.

As morning broke, Sparrow searched for Duke in his room, finding it open and empty. Curious, he headed to Kisha’s room to inquire about Duke’s whereabouts, only to discover her door wide open as well. To his surprise, he found Duke sleeping in Kisha’s bed, with Kisha nestled in his embrace.

Had it not been for the sight of Kisha’s long hair entwined with Duke’s arms, Sparrow might have mistaken the rooms altogether.

Seeing Sparrow’s stunned reaction, Vulture approached and witnessed the same scene. Instead of being taken aback like Sparrow, he took action. Closing the door firmly, he then gently guided Sparrow downstairs.

"Mas-master..." Sparrow began uncertainly, his words trailing off.

"It’s a good thing that Master has found the woman who could melt his heart made out of a block of ice." He then chuckled and hauled Sparrow into the kitchen so they could both prepare a sumptuous meal.

The two worked diligently to whip up fluffy pancakes that would delight anyone’s taste buds for breakfast. They also brewed coffee and squeezed fresh orange juice, intending to surprise Duke and Kisha with breakfast in bed. However, just as they finished cooking the pancakes, Duke and Kisha appeared together heading downstairs.

Kisha descended the stairs, followed by Duke, whose sharp gaze betrayed no signs of sleep. Despite her red and puffy eyes, Kisha retained her stunning beauty, though her demeanor exuded coldness and indifference. Duke, equally distant, stood close behind her, emanating an aura of aloofness and unapproachable.

Both of them still wore their disguises, which were becoming increasingly itchy and irritating against their skin.

"Young Master, young madam, the breakfast is ready," Vulture eagerly invited the two to sit down.

Duke’s eyebrows raised, but he didn’t correct them. Kisha opened her mouth as if to say something, but Duke had already pulled her to sit down next to him. They were promptly served by the two, who were acting like doting parents-in-law.

Soon enough, Kisha had already forgotten what she wanted to say, her mind drifting back to the memory of her nightmare from the previous night. She desired to recall every last detail of the dream, but upon waking up, only the overwhelming emotions lingered, leaving the specifics shrouded in fog

Duke reassured her, urging her to let go of the nightmare as dwelling on it would only sour her mood, which held truth. Thus, she heeded his advice and ceased dwelling on it altogether.

"Kisha, have your bees discovered anything significant last night?" he inquired, drizzling more maple syrup onto Kisha’s pancake.

"No, it seems we may need to widen our search radius. There were no clues here, nor any signs of secret passages being accessed covertly. Alternatively, we could postpone the investigation for now. They might be laying low," Kisha explained, delicately cutting a piece of pancake to fit into her mouth.