The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1340

Right when her lungs had given out, someone had dragged her from the darkness. A strong embrace, that comforting, masculine scent she knew so well. Gian.

She flexed her fingers slightly, trying to wake him.

Gian was sleeping so lightly that the microscopic movement snapped him awake instantly.

His head shot up. The moment his gaze locked onto her open eyes, a profound relief washed over his face, brightening the heavy shadows of exhaustion.

"Kirsten! You're awake!"

"How do you feel? Does anything hurt? Is your throat killing you? Do you want some water?"

She parted her lips to answer, but her throat was completely shredded, reducing her voice to a raspy whisper.

"I'm... okay. Did you... sleep at all?"

"I'm not tired."

Gian gave her a reassuring smile. He quickly poured a cup of lukewarm water, grabbed a sterile swab, and delicately dampened her cracked lips.

"The doctor said no chugging water right away. Let's just wet your lips for now."

Kirsten watched him fuss over her with such incredible tenderness, the sting of tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

She had never seen this side of him. He was usually so effortlessly confident, armed with a cocky grin and sarcastic banter. Yet here he was, infinitely gentle.

The quiet moment was interrupted when the hospital room door swung open.

Danielle and Alexander walked in, carrying takeout bags from a nearby cafe.

Spotting Kirsten awake, Danielle burst into fresh tears. She sprinted to the bedside, snatching up Kirsten's free hand.

"Oh my god, you're finally awake! Are you okay? You literally terrified me to death!"

"I'm okay," Kirsten promised.

Alexander snaked an arm around her waist, guiding her down the corridor toward the elevators. The heat of his palm seared through her silk blouse, offering a grounding, unwavering comfort.

"She's in good hands with Gian,"

He murmured, his deep voice softening as he looked down at her exhausted features. "You didn't sleep a wink last night. Let's get you home to bed."

Danielle shook her head, snuggling closer into the solid warmth of his chest like a tired kitten. "I'm too wired to sleep. My brain won't shut off."

The elevator chimed and the metallic doors slid open. They stepped inside.

Alone in the confined space, surrounded by his intoxicating cologne, the intimacy between them felt amplified.

Alexander looked down at the woman tucked against his side. "Stop stressing over everything," he said suddenly. "I'm taking you somewhere."

Danielle blinked up at him, confusion swirling in her eyes. "Where?"

A charming, enigmatic smile played on his lips. "You'll see when we get there."