My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 687

Kisha assumed that the Evans remained standing because they were waiting for an invitation to join their table.

However, instead of inviting them, she simply procured more seafood to be cooked, ensuring that everyone could have a taste—eliminating any need for the Evans to sit with them. She continued to ignore them, focusing on her meal.

Yet, even as she ate, the Evans did not move. They stood there as if they had something to say, their presence lingering like an unspoken question.

Even Mr. Edward Evans, who had previously seemed to hold a poor impression of her, did not appear angry. Instead, he stood solemnly, his expression unreadable, while supporting his wife, whose red-rimmed eyes suggested she had been holding back her emotions.

Kisha's brows furrowed as she glanced up briefly, sensing the unwavering stares directed at her. Duke, however, gently urged her to keep eating. But how could she, when someone was watching her so intently? Wouldn't she end up with indigestion at this rate?

With a sigh, she exhaled heavily and, instead of continuing her meal, took the large, peeled shrimp she had been holding and stuffed it into Duke's mouth. He was still busy peeling more shrimp for her, seemingly forgetting about his own meal.

"Don't just focus on taking care of me—eat too," Kisha chided, her tone firm yet affectionate. She watched as Duke finally chewed, realizing that aside from the shrimp she had just given him, he hadn't taken a single bite.

"I'll feed my wife first, then I'll eat," Duke said seriously, his hands still busy peeling shrimp.

Kisha rolled her eyes. "What am I, a child that needs to be fed?" she retorted, exasperated.

Duke paused, looking up to meet her gaze. His expression was unreadable for a moment—serious, intense—before he suddenly broke into a confident smile. "Yeah, you are my baby."

The shameless declaration was so unexpected that Keith, who had been silently eating, choked on his food.

"I didn't know the man I thought was a block of ice could actually be this shameless," Keith commented absentmindedly, still coughing.

The Evans family shared the same sentiment but chose to remain silent. Even Emma Evans, who had been quietly weeping just moments ago, momentarily forgot her sorrow.

Her tears stopped as she stared at Duke in astonishment, watching the once cold and indifferent boy she had seen grow from a small ice cube into a solid block of ice… now acting shameless and affectionate in front of her daughter.

Meanwhile, Ethan, Eric, Eliot, and even Edward Evans looked at Duke with varying degrees of disbelief and secondhand embarrassment, visibly cringing at what they had just witnessed.

Kisha was momentarily speechless. Since she knew she couldn't win an argument against Duke, she chose the path of least resistance—silence. She simply focused on eating, pretending not to hear his shameless words.

Duke, satisfied with his "victory," flashed a triumphant smile, pleased that Kisha was eating what he fed her. However, Kisha wasn't one to back down completely. As Duke continued peeling shrimp and preparing more food for her, she silently fed him small bites in return, her subtle way of showing care.

Watching this quiet exchange, the Winters couple gazed at them with warmth and affection. Even the family patriarch's eyes glowed with a knowing smile as a thought crossed his mind— It won't be long before I'm holding my great-grandson.

Content with this idea, he continued eating happily, though he remained mindful of his food intake. At his age, overindulging could easily lead to health issues, and he wasn't about to let anything interfere with witnessing the future he was looking forward to.

But the visibly emotional Emma, who had been standing silently by the side while being ignored by her daughter, could no longer hold back.

"K-Kisha," she finally spoke, her voice unsteady. "Can you please spare me just a moment of your time? There's something important I need to talk to you about."

Kisha, struggling to eat under Emma's intense stare, finally raised an eyebrow before lifting her gaze to meet the older woman's eyes. Emma looked visibly emotional, but in Kisha's mind, the reason was obvious—Emma was still upset over what had happened to her precious, pampered daughter.

Kisha figured Emma couldn't accept the fact that she had struck her so-called princess, especially with such disastrous consequences. It made sense. The Evans had wanted to talk to her and her family from the moment they arrived, likely because of the long-standing engagement between the Evans and Winters families.

And Kisha? She was the one who had disrupted that union. She was the thorn in their side, the outsider, the obstacle standing in the way of their carefully laid plans.

So, naturally, she expected the usual melodramatic scene to unfold—where the heartbroken mother would beg the "third party" to leave and never look back for the sake of her daughter's happiness.

"You all know that someone conspired against our family back then and kidnapped my daughter. No matter what we did or where we searched, all traces of her vanished," Emma said, her voice heavy with the weight of years of searching. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}