The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 331

Danielle Crawford felt weightless in Alexander Davidson’s arms, as if she barely existed at all.

The moment he lifted her, her heart leapt to her throat—every instinct protested.

She scowled. “What are you doing? Put me down.”

Alexander’s voice was low. “Don’t move.”

He was really going all in with this performance, making quite the personal sacrifice.

Without another word, he carried her upstairs and into the bedroom, lowering her gently onto the bed.

Danielle immediately pushed herself upright, her expression icy. “This is unnecessary. I can manage the stairs myself.”

Uncomfortable as she was, she could still push through on her own.

She hadn’t wanted to come back to this old house, and she wanted to be in this bedroom even less.

Every corner here was thick with memories of their first night.

Alexander’s gaze was flat and cold as he looked down at her. “When did you get so stubborn?”

It was true.

Danielle used to seize every little excuse—a scraped knee, a slight fever—to seek his attention, to playfully ask for care.

And even with his chilly demeanor, he’d always tend to her wounds.

“I’ll make you some cold medicine in a bit. Drink it and get some rest,” Alexander said. “I’ll have the maid bring dinner up.”

“I can go downstairs to eat. Don’t trouble yourself,” Danielle replied, her voice sharp, her face unmoved.

Alexander’s eyes darkened, his expression unreadable as he watched her.

A long silence settled between them.

Finally, he spoke, voice slow. “If you’re feeling unwell, you didn’t have to come. No one forced you.”

Danielle’s brows arched, a wry smile tugging at her lips.

She was long past feeling anything for Alexander. These things didn’t happen overnight—frost doesn’t form in a single day.

She tried to wrench free, but he wouldn’t let go.

Through gritted teeth, she spat, “What do you want from me?”

“Where do you think you’re going, dragging yourself around like this?” Alexander’s tone was calm, but his grip was unyielding. “When did your temper get so out of control?”

Danielle’s heart sank, her frown deepening.

It was as if everything she’d just said had fallen on deaf ears—he never listened.

“Did you even hear a word I said?”

“I did,” Alexander replied coolly. “Just…not tonight.”

He steered her back toward the bed. “Get some sleep.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked out.

Danielle immediately got up, intent on leaving herself.