The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1260

All that remained was a softness he had never shown before, like jade soaked in warm water, so gentle it seemed it could melt. He raised his hand, his fingertips brushing against Danielle’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear. His touch was feverishly hot.

“You’ve been through a lot,” Alexander said, his voice raspy.

Danielle looked at him, tears welling up again, but she just smiled and shook her head.

Leaning against the doorway, Sammie watched the scene with a knowing look. He checked his phone, read a message from his subordinate, and said in a low voice, “The decoy worked. The pursuers have been led in the opposite direction. The police are also investigating. We’re safe for now.”

With that, he quietly closed the door, leaving the two of them alone in the warm space.

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Alexander’s fever raged through the night, finally breaking the next morning. Propped up against the headboard and covered with a thick blanket, he was still pale but seemed much more alert.

He watched Danielle at the table, where she was carefully organizing the handwritten evidence list. She was wearing an oversized men’s shirt—one Sammie had found for her—with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing slender, pale arms. Her profile was calm and focused, her long lashes fluttering as she occasionally rubbed her tired eyes.

Watching her, a faint smile touched Alexander’s lips.

For years, he had tried to shoulder everything alone, to shield her from the filth of his world, from the dangerous schemes and conflicts. He thought he was protecting her, but he never realized that his actions had created such a deep misunderstanding between them, causing her so much pain.

He was silent for a long moment before he spoke, his voice hoarse but clear.

“Danielle.”

Sammie leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, his calm gaze resting on the three of them, a silent guardian.

Rebecca pulled her hand back from Alexander’s forehead and turned to Danielle. “Don’t ever be this reckless again. You nearly lost your lives in Antarctica.”

Danielle smiled faintly, a lingering weariness in her eyes, and asked softly, “What are you doing here?”

Rebecca’s eyes flickered over Danielle’s reddened eyelids. She looked down, smoothing her clothes, and said simply, “I was worried.”

Danielle’s smile deepened at her words. She leaned in closer and whispered, “Worried about us, or worried about Sammie?”