The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1206

“This is bad.” Alexander’s brow furrowed. “Another blizzard is coming.”

No sooner had he spoken than a fiercer gust of wind swept in, whipping the snow on the ground into white vortexes.

Visibility dropped to near zero, blurring everything in sight.

The wind was so strong Danielle could barely open her eyes or keep her footing.

Seeing this, Alexander immediately turned and grabbed her arm. “This way,” he said urgently.

He pulled her along, and she stumbled behind him as they ran toward a spot in the distance.

After a few minutes, a hidden cave came into view.

Its entrance was mostly covered by a thick drift of snow. If Alexander hadn't been leading the way, she never would have noticed it.

“There’s a cave here.”

As he spoke, Alexander pushed aside the snow blocking the opening. “The research staff usually take shelter here during emergencies.”

He pulled Danielle inside just as a deafening howl echoed from outside.

The gale, laden with ice particles, slammed against the rocks at the mouth of the cave with a dull thud.

It was warmer inside, or at least free from the biting wind.

Alexander let go of Danielle’s hand and turned to block most of the entrance with snow and rocks, leaving only a small gap for air.

Once that was done, he finally let out a breath, leaning against the cold rock wall and gasping for air.

Danielle’s gaze fell once more on his injured hand.

At some point, he had taken it out of his pocket.

The wound was soaked through with melted snow, the blood frozen into a thin shell of ice.

His entire hand was a bruised, purplish color, the knuckles turning a ghostly white. It looked like he had lost all feeling in it.

A sharp pang of guilt shot through Danielle’s heart. She rushed forward and grabbed his wrist.

In the crevasse, when her hands had been frozen red, he had silently taken off his gloves and put them on her.

She had been so disoriented at the time that she hadn't even noticed.

She didn't call him out on his lie. Instead, she quietly held his frozen hand, bringing it to her lips and breathing her warm breath onto it, little by little.

“Danielle…”

Alexander flinched slightly and tried to pull his hand back, but she only held it tighter.

“Don’t move.”

Danielle’s voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable force. “Let me warm it up.”

She kept her head down, focusing on her task. Her warm breath fell on his icy hand, bringing a faint flicker of warmth.

Alexander watched her, his gaze fixed on her lowered brow.

He let her hold his hand, his eyes filled with a storm of complex emotions: guilt, heartache, and a deep, profound love that he didn't dare admit even to himself.