My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 701

She was exhausted—constantly moving, juggling countless tasks, and barely having a moment to herself. This was the first time in a long while she had a chance to be alone, especially since Duke had been sticking to her like glue.

She loved the attention and the unwavering affection he showered her with. Some might call it possessive or suffocating, but after everything she'd been through with that scumbag ex and the mental scars he left behind, maybe this was exactly what she needed.

Still, she had grown accustomed to having her own space. There were moments when she missed solitude, and now that she finally had it, the world around her felt eerily silent—just her, alone with her thoughts.

Yet, instead of loneliness, there was an unexpected sense of peace in the quiet darkness that wrapped around her. Without even realizing it, she drifted off into a deep, undisturbed sleep.

When she woke up the next day, Duke was still asleep beside her, his bare chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He wore only his gray pants, and a hint of stubble had started to shadow his jaw.

He looked exhausted, yet undeniably handsome. Kisha took a quiet moment to watch him—the man who had been by her side since the apocalypse began.

They had faced countless ups and downs, their differences often clashing, yet she had never felt as drawn to anyone as she was to him.

Some might find Duke's clinginess overwhelming, but Kisha didn't. She saw the way he looked at her, how he had made her his entire world. Everything he did, in some way, always led back to her.

That kind of devotion and love was something she had never experienced before. A warm smile curled on her lips as she snuggled closer, pulling his arm around her and burying her face against him, happily breathing in his familiar, comforting masculine scent.

She heard Duke chuckle softly before he tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer as he buried his nose in her hair. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, and soon, they both drifted back to sleep.

When Kisha woke again, the sunlight filtering through the curtains told her it was already late morning—around 10 a.m. She stirred, stretching slightly, and noticed Duke was no longer beside her. A moment later, he returned, holding a glass of warm water.

"You're awake," he said with a gentle smile, handing it to her just as she propped herself up. His thoughtfulness made her heart swell, and she accepted the glass, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.

"Wifey, you need to drink some water," Duke urged gently.

Kisha, however, felt lazy. She had never been a fan of plain water—she much preferred juices or anything with flavor. Duke knew this all too well, which was why he often had to remind her and prepare water for her himself.

Seeing that she wasn't making a move, Duke sighed playfully before pulling her onto his lap. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he brought the glass to her lips, tilting it slightly so she could take small sips.

"Come on, wifey," he coaxed, his voice warm and patient. "Even though our bodies have been enhanced, we still need to take care of them. And yours especially needs water. Hmm?"

His gentle persistence made Kisha relent, and she finally took a few sips, secretly enjoying the attention he was giving her.

Their quiet moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. Duke pretended not to hear it, continuing to coax Kisha into drinking her water. However, the knocking persisted.