The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1343

She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

It was a fleeting touch, yet packed with overwhelming affection.

Alexander went rigid for a second before taking control, dipping his head to capture her lips and deepen the kiss.

Standing just outside the door, Kyle smiled to herself.

She knew that a double wedding of this magnitude was guaranteed to be the most breathtaking event the city had ever seen.

After what felt like an eternity, Danielle finally pulled back, catching her breath against his chest.

Alexander looked down at her, unable to resist pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.

"Alright," he said, taking her hand. "Let's have Kyle take your measurements. I can't wait to see you standing in front of me in that dress."

Danielle nodded.

She had once believed that the two of them were doomed to remain separated by years of bitter misunderstandings, emotional distance, and ruthless corporate warfare, unable to ever find their way back to each other.

She had assumed their hastily ended first marriage was the absolute end of their story, leaving her dreams of white dresses and grand weddings shattered into fragments she was too afraid to touch.

Yet here Alexander stood, his expression impossibly soft, his tone holding nothing but devotion as he promised to marry her and give her the celebration she deserved.

Danielle stood frozen in place.

He stepped closer, gently enveloping her cool fingertips in his warm grasp. "Is it moving too fast?"

She looked up at him, a dazed look in her eyes, and gave a small shake of her head without saying a word.

Alexander let out a soft chuckle. He reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead, the warmth of his fingers offering a profoundly grounding comfort against her skin.

"It's okay," he assured her. "If it's too fast, we can wait. We can hold off until you're absolutely ready."

He pulled her into a tight, secure embrace, resting his chin on her hair. "It's not a dream."

"Danielle, I promise you, this is real. I'm right here. And I'm never leaving."

She turned her head toward the gorgeous trailing gown she had instantly fallen for, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I want this one."

Alexander followed her gaze, his eyes shining with approval. "You have incredible taste. It's going to look flawless on you."

Hand in hand, they walked back out to the main area to find Kyle.

Seeing the couple return, the designer flashed them a knowing smile.

Alexander smoothly rattled off Danielle's measurements, ensuring he listed every specific detail. "The vine embroidery on the skirt should be a little denser, and make sure the pearls are uniform in size. She needs a cathedral-length veil, and make sure the lace is the French Chantilly style she prefers."

He dictated the specifics with absolute precision—he had clearly spent hours researching this beforehand.