My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 714

After finishing, Duke turned to Kisha with a playful glint in his eyes. "Wifey, it's done! Did I do a good job?" he asked, deliberately acting cute. Kisha knew exactly what he was after—her praise and a little extra affection. Amused, she didn't hold back.

Smiling sweetly, she tiptoed and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. That was all it took for Duke's face to instantly light up with a wide, satisfied grin.

Kisha leaned closer to Duke, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hubby, do I smell good now?" she asked coquettishly, her voice laced with playful charm.

She had once promised herself that she would do everything to pull Duke out of his shell, to make him open up to her completely and express his raw emotions. But as time passed, she realized something unexpected: instead of him, it wasn't just her helping Duke; it was Duke who was helping her heal.

Without her even noticing, he was gently guiding her past the shadows of her past lives, making her feel safe and at ease in his presence.

She carried countless insecurities, mental barriers, and lingering shadows that refused to fade, no matter how hard she tried. Despite her best efforts, the past still clung to her, refusing to be forgotten. But with Duke by her side, she was slowly healing.

Because of him, she was learning to open up again—to express her emotions freely, to let go of the weight she had been carrying for so long. With Duke, she could laugh, tease, and be playful, just like she used to be before the apocalypse changed everything.

Duke had done so much for her, silently yet unwaveringly. He adjusted to her needs and desires without question, always attuned to her, always watching closely—not out of possessiveness, but out of love, ensuring he could provide whatever she might need before she even asked.

Duke's patience and devotion to Kisha were extraordinary. Unlike him—who openly expressed his love, clinginess, possessiveness, and even his flaws—Kisha often struggled to break free from the cold, indifferent shell she had built around herself.

The weight of responsibilities the system constantly threw at her made it difficult to be anything but serious.

Yet, Duke's playful nature added color to her otherwise dull and rigid life, reminding her that there was more to living than just survival and duty.

Little did Kisha know, though she wasn't as openly expressive, her sincere feelings were all Duke ever needed. To him, she was the one who brought meaning and warmth to his world.

Since childhood, his life had felt bleak and dull, but with Kisha by his side, he truly felt alive. That was why he never held back in showing his love for her—he didn't fear rejection or restraint. Sometimes, he couldn't even stop himself from expressing what he truly wanted.

They completed each other in ways they hadn't even realized, and everything between them felt effortless and natural.

Kisha felt deeply touched by Duke's unwavering devotion. He treated her like a queen without asking for anything in return, making her want to cherish him even more.

She realized she could let her guard down and allow herself to be pampered by him—something she had never thought she deserved before.

Sure, he could be a little clingy and occasionally playful in a mischievous way, but wasn't that just part of love? If he were still distant or indifferent, wouldn't that be more concerning?

Instead, Duke openly showed how much he cared for her—how much he loved her, desired her, and wanted to be close to her in every way: mind, body, and soul.

And so, she decided to give back the love she received. This was the perfect opportunity to shower Duke with the same affection and cling to him just as much as he did to her.

Hearing Kisha's playful, coquettish tone, Duke felt a pleasant tickle in his heart, his doting smile growing even deeper. He lowered his head, leaning in closer to her, and took an audible sniff, inhaling her scent.

"Wifey smells so good… so sweet," he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. "My appetite suddenly awakens…"

A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he met her gaze, his words carrying a teasing double meaning. He was testing the waters, gauging her reaction—seeing just how far he could push before she either indulged him or playfully pushed him away.

Kisha's face turned crimson as Duke's teasing words sank in, and she quickly averted her gaze, trying to ignore the implication. But Duke wasn't done yet. He leaned in even closer, dipping his head down to her neck and then playfully trailing toward her underarms before taking another exaggerated, audible sniff.

"Mmm, it really does smell nice," he murmured, flashing her a toothy grin. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}