The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 912

Beyond the coffee shop's large picture windows, traffic drifted by slowly. Danielle felt a heavy weight on her heart. Her fingertips rested against the cool surface of her cup as the clerk's words echoed in her mind. Millie’s new evidence, the accusation of leaking state secrets—each word felt like a stone pressing down on her.

Alexander saw it all. He set down his coffee spoon and rapped his knuckles lightly on the table. “It’s not as serious as it sounds,” he said, his voice gentle. “Trust me.”

Danielle looked up at him. There wasn’t a trace of panic in his eyes; his deep gaze was like a calm lake, capable of absorbing all her anxieties. She used to see him as cold and distant, but now she realized that hardness was just a protective shell, masking a steady and gentle nature.

His words were like a warm breeze cutting through her tension, stirring a soft, warm feeling in a corner of her heart. She swallowed and gave a slight nod, her grip on the cup finally loosening.

Seeing this, Alexander gently placed his hand over hers. The warmth of his palm seeped through the fabric of her sleeve, carrying a comforting strength. “Relax,” he murmured. “I’m here.”

His touch was light but held a firm reassurance. It reminded Danielle of their time on the island, how he had protected her with everything he had, shielding her from all danger.

Just then, the glass door of the coffee shop swung open, and the sharp click-clack of high heels approached them. Danielle instinctively looked up to see Leanne, wearing sunglasses and a striking red dress, stride in with an air of arrogance. She looked much more vibrant than the last time Danielle had seen her looking haggard at the Aerospace Institute, though a persistent bitterness lingered in her eyes.

Danielle was puzzled. After Millie’s downfall, Leanne’s company, Intellectech, had lost its core technology and become a mere shell. It should have collapsed by now. Her current confidence must have come from a new financial backer. Thinking of Harold and Jake’s alliance, the answer became clear. It had to be them, secretly propping Leanne up to use Millie’s case to tie up her and Alexander.

Other customers started to turn, their curious gazes landing on their table. Danielle frowned and was about to retort when Alexander gently pressed her hand, stopping her.

He finally looked up at Leanne, his eyes as cold as ice, but his voice remained placid. “If you were really so capable, you wouldn't be here making a scene. Have you already forgotten the time you came crying and begging me to spare you?”

Alexander had never relied on the Davidson family for shortcuts to his success. And Jake, a man of principle, had never pulled any strings for him.

Leanne’s face fell. She had indeed swallowed her pride and lost all dignity when she had been desperate and begging for help.