The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1173

Danielle’s body was still swaying, but her mind was crystal clear. She could feel the warmth of his palm, see the evasion in his eyes, and hear the frantic pounding of her own heart.

“I want to know what you’re thinking.” She looked up at him, her eyelashes still damp, her gaze stubborn. The alcohol had stripped away her usual restraint, and the questions she had kept buried for so long finally tumbled out.

Alexander’s grip on her arm tightened. He looked down at her, the flickering streetlights casting shadows across his face. His eyes were as deep and dark as ink. “I want you to be safe,” he said, his voice low but firm.

The simple words struck a chord deep inside her, and her eyes suddenly felt hot. Over the years, they had faced misunderstandings, distance, and conflict, but no one had ever told her so directly that all he wanted was for her to be safe.

The hurt and anxiety in her heart seemed to be soothed by his declaration. Danielle opened her mouth to say more, but Alexander cut her off. “Go home and get some rest.”

His voice was still gentle, but it was clear he didn’t want to continue the conversation. Danielle understood his avoidance and didn’t press further. She knew some things couldn’t be rushed; the issues between them had built up over time and needed patience to resolve.

The car drove smoothly into the villa complex and stopped in front of her apartment building. Alexander helped Danielle out of the car, and just as they entered the lobby, they saw Calvin Maddox leaving with his medical kit.

Calvin paused when he saw them, then nodded respectfully. “Mr. Davidson, Miss Crawford.”

“Finished with the lesson?” Alexander asked.

Calvin nodded. “Thank you for your hard work,” Alexander said calmly.

After Calvin left, Danielle had just opened her door when a small figure rushed into her arms. “Mommy!”

It was Niki. “Mommy, why did you drink so much?” Niki looked up at Danielle, her eyes filled with concern.

As Danielle unsteadily went to freshen up, Alexander lowered his gaze to Niki and asked softly, “Are your lessons tiring?”

Niki blinked, surprised by the question. “They’re okay,” she said after a moment. “Not too tiring.”

“That’s good,” Alexander said with a nod of approval.

Niki looked at him and asked seriously, “Are you just asking about my schoolwork? Or is it something else?”

Alexander paused, not expecting such a question from a child so young. He met her clear, probing eyes and, after a moment of silence, spoke slowly. “No matter what you’re like—whether you do well in school or not, whether you behave or not—you are my daughter.”