My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 686

But instead of taking him seriously, Kisha chuckled, clearly amused.

Duke pouted, looking even more aggrieved. "Wifey, are you making fun of me?" He tried to put on a fierce expression, but his eyes betrayed him—he looked more like a big puppy wagging its tail, waiting for Kisha to pet him.

Her laughter only grew.

"I'm not interested in them romantically, so you can stop looking so jealous," Kisha teased, playfully pinching Duke's palm.

She truly liked how open Duke was with his feelings for her. He could be possessive and jealous at times, but she didn't mind it.

Compared to the heartbreak of being betrayed by a lover and a so-called best friend, she much preferred this kind of relationship. At least with Duke, she never had to guess where she stood. He wore his heart on his sleeve, and she could do the same with him.

But as those past betrayals crept into her mind, Kisha's gaze darkened. The memory of those traitorous bastards reignited the fire inside her—there was still a score to settle. 'Just don't fall into my hands, or you'll regret it.'

Sensing her shift in mood, Duke gently pinched her palm in return before intertwining their fingers, silently pulling her back to the present.

"Are you really not interested in the Evans brothers?" Duke asked. His tone was casual, but his eyes and subtle actions betrayed his worry.

This was Duke's first relationship—his first everything—and he had shared all of those firsts with Kisha. So while he could be clumsy and overbearing at times, he was trying his best. He only wanted Kisha, and he hoped she felt the same.

It was natural for him to feel insecure now and then, especially since Kisha had clearly been involved with someone before, whether in this life or her past ones. He didn't know the details, and that uncertainty gnawed at him.

Duke knew his own worth—his strengths, his accomplishments—but that didn't stop the creeping doubts. This was all new to him, and he couldn't help questioning if he was enough.

But there was one thing he never doubted: his feelings for Kisha. He knew how deep they ran, how much he wanted her, how much he loved her. And that love, overwhelming and all-consuming, was what made him crazy and insecure.

"Are you sure you don't find them attractive? Not even a little?" Duke asked, his voice laced with teasing curiosity.

"No." Kisha answered without hesitation.

Duke's eyes darkened with mischief as he leaned in, his tone turning low and seductive. "Then... tonight—"

"No." Kisha cut him off with a deadpan expression, though amusement flickered in her eyes.

Duke clutched his chest dramatically. "You don't love me anymore?" he asked, looking utterly heartbroken. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

Kisha rolled her eyes. "I never realized you were such a good actor."

"Stop pretending," she added, giving him a knowing look. "You just want some action tonight, don't you?"

Duke let out a cheeky chuckle. "Oh? So you noticed?"

They looked like an old married couple—yet also like newlyweds, teasing and bickering with effortless intimacy. Their hands remained intertwined beneath the table as they whispered back and forth, their private conversation hidden from curious ears.

But despite their hushed tones, the pink bubbles of flirtation surrounding them were impossible to miss.