The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1025

"I will," Danielle said, stepping forward to face Lorie with a determined look. "I am responsible for my own work. If there's nothing else, Miss Gaylord, we'll be leaving." With that, Danielle took Gian's hand and turned toward their car.

Lorie opened her mouth to say more, but Alexander stopped her. Lorie gritted her teeth. As she watched Danielle's car disappear from view, her anger flared up again. She shook off Alexander's hand. "Alex, why didn't you back me up just now?" she demanded. "Are you still thinking about her?"

Alexander's gaze slowly settled on Lorie's face. "Miss Gaylord, do you actually believe there are any feelings between us?" The question left Lorie stunned. As soon as the words were out, Alexander turned and walked away. His voice had been soft, but it was like an icy blade that pierced through all of Lorie's defenses.

She froze, her hand still hovering in the air where she had been holding his arm. The triumph and provocation on her face vanished, replaced by shock and a flicker of panic. She had never imagined he would ask such a direct question, catching her so off guard that she couldn't think of a single thing to say in response.

Lorie's body went weak, and she almost collapsed, grabbing onto the door of a nearby car to steady herself. Her father was still under observation in the hospital, and the Gaylord family was in turmoil because of it. Several of their company's projects were on the verge of collapse due to a broken funding chain. Just yesterday, her mother had cried over the phone, pleading, "Lorie, the Gaylord family cannot afford to lose Alexander right now. You have to hold on to him. You can't afford to fight with him." Those words weighed on her like a boulder, making it hard to breathe. She knew she couldn't lose Alexander. Losing him meant the Gaylord family would lose its last lifeline.

Lorie remained rooted to the spot as a cool breeze blew through her hair. She knew his silence was the only answer she needed. He had never loved her. Not before, not now, and not ever. Their relationship had been nothing more than a transaction, a mutually beneficial arrangement. She slowly sank to the ground, burying her face in her knees as silent tears began to fall. The future of the Gaylord family, her own future, suddenly seemed as uncertain and empty as the road stretching out before her.

"Get up, Miss Gaylord," a cool male voice said suddenly from above her. "I can help you."