The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1144

After Alexander finished cleaning up, he came out and looked at Danielle. "I need to go to the office to handle the final stages of the project." Danielle nodded without asking any more questions. She knew that Project 07 was at a critical stage, and with the mess Lorie had created, he really couldn't stay away. Still, she thought about how he had worked late last night and then spent the entire day with Niki…

They stood in the middle of the living room, a comfortable yet delicate distance between them. "If you need anything, call me anytime," Alexander said. "I'm always here." Danielle looked up, her gaze meeting his deep eyes. She managed a small smile. "Next time you have a doctor's appointment, take me with you, okay?"

Alexander's body went rigid, as if he hadn't expected her to bring that up so suddenly. He hesitated for a few seconds before slowly answering, "It's not that serious. It's not something you need to come along for." He had never wanted Danielle to worry about his condition. The pain of depression, the breakdowns and despair in the dead of night—he wanted to bear it all alone.

"What if I want to?" Alexander saw the seriousness in her eyes, and his throat tightened. He knew she wasn't joking. It's human nature to seek warmth. He was no different. In the past, his heart had seemed harder, but now, he felt his resolve wavering. "Okay," Alexander looked at her. "I'll take you with me next time." Perhaps she needed to understand. And perhaps, after she understood, she wouldn't want anything to do with him anymore.

Danielle smiled. "Then drive safe and be careful. Don't work too hard, and remember to eat on time." Her tone had softened considerably. "I will."

Reading that, Danielle felt a wave of relief, followed by an inexplicable sense of melancholy. It was good that he was fine. Being pushed into blind dates made sense for someone of his age and family background. A kind and reliable man like him deserved a stable and happy relationship.

Her fingertips hovered over the screen. She wanted to ask more, like if he had met anyone he liked, or if he was still upset about what had happened. But she typed and deleted the words, ultimately just sending back: "Tell him for me... not to force himself into anything." Kirsten replied with a simple 'got it' emoji and didn't ask any more questions.