The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1129

The man flinched slightly.

He had never expected her to say something like that.

“Miss Rebecca, don’t joke around.”

For so many years, he had remained by her side as a bodyguard, strictly observing the professional line between them, never once overstepping.

Rebecca scoffed at his words.

She stepped forward, the tie of her bathrobe slipping further, revealing her delicate collarbones.

“It seems you’re not as obedient as I thought.”

She had thought that, even if only out of their years of shared history, he would show a flicker of hesitation, a moment of weakness. But all she saw in his eyes was resistance and distance, as if he were dealing with an unreasonable stranger.

“Get out.”

Two words, as cold as ice.

Sammie lowered his gaze slightly. He didn't look back or offer an explanation, simply turning in silence and gently closing the door behind him.

The moment the door clicked shut, Rebecca clutched her robe tightly, her chest heaving as she took a deep, angry breath. Hot steam blurred her vision.

She knew all too well that this was the clearest sign of a man’s lack of interest in a woman. No matter what she did or said, he remained steadfast, almost smug in his indifference.

She had swallowed all her pride, testing him in this clumsy, absurd way, yet he hadn’t shown even a ripple of emotion. No surprise, no panic—only instinctual refusal and escape.

Rebecca slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, oblivious as the bathrobe slid from her shoulders. She thought back on their years together, of the warm milk he would silently hand her late at night, of his solid back as he shielded her from harm, of the occasional flicker of tenderness in his eyes.

Their eyes met, and the air instantly froze.

Seeing Danielle, Lorie’s lips twisted into a provocative smile. “Some fires are meant to stay out. But Alex was so considerate, telling me to take a good rest after all my hard work.”

Without waiting for a response, she strode away on her high heels, her head held high.

Even knowing Alexander had no romantic feelings for her, Lorie had no intention of letting him and Danielle live in peace. If she could sow discord, she would find it satisfying.

Danielle stood frozen, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the file. Lorie's words were like a fine needle, pricking at her heart.

They were in contact again?

Taking a deep breath, Danielle suppressed the turmoil in her heart and raised her hand to knock on the office door.