Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 34

Daniel’s POV.

I stepped out of the car and adjusted my suit jacket, taking in the grand estate before me. Christiana Davis sure knew how to make a statement. The mansion screamed wealth and power—something I’d expected, but it was still impressive seeing it in person. The sheer size of the place, the manicured lawns, and the towering gates—it was like stepping into another world.

As I made my way to the door, two bodyguards intercepted me. They were built like walls, staring down at me with cold, assessing eyes.

“Who are you?” one of them demanded, his voice rough, almost like gravel.

I offered a polite smile, keeping my tone friendly but firm. “I’m a friend of Ms. Davis. She’s expecting me.”

The other guard raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Name?”

“Daniel Brooks,” I replied, meeting their eyes confidently. I could see the doubt flicker in their expressions as they processed my name. One of them stepped aside and made a quick phone call. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but it was short, and when he hung up, his entire demeanor shifted.

“Right this way, Mr. Brooks,” the first guard said, his tone now more respectful as he gestured for me to pass.

I gave a nod of thanks and continued toward the front doors, which swung open almost immediately as I approached. Two more guards were stationed there, but they didn’t say a word, simply stepping aside to allow me entry. The moment I crossed the threshold, I couldn’t help but be wowed by what I saw.

The inside was even more opulent than the exterior—luxurious chandeliers hanging from high ceilings, marble floors polished to a mirror-like sheen, and exquisite artwork lining the walls. Christiana’s taste was immaculate. Every inch of this place screamed elegance and power, just like the woman herself.

I was still taking it all in when a butler appeared as if from nowhere. He gave a slight bow and motioned toward the living room. “Please, have a seat, Mr. Brooks. Ms. Davis will join you shortly.”

“Thank you,” I said, following him to a plush sofa. I barely had time to sit down when I heard the patter of small feet and turned to see two kids—twins—running toward me with huge smiles on their faces.

The boy, Ethan, was the first to reach me, his eyes shining with recognition. “You’re Daniel, the man from the mall!”

The girl, Emma, wasn’t far behind, her voice bubbling with excitement. “You saved us!”

Before I could respond, both of them wrapped their small arms around me in a tight hug. I laughed, genuinely surprised and touched by their enthusiasm. “Hey there! You two remember me, huh?”

“Of course we do!” Emma beamed up at me. “You were like a superhero!”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” I said with a chuckle, ruffling her hair.

Ethan tilted his head, studying me with those sharp eyes that reminded me of someone very familiar. “Are you truly our mom’s friend?”