The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 923

The sunlight outside was blinding, forcing Danielle to squint as she walked.

She wandered down the street, replaying the scene from the bistro in her mind, trying to piece together details she might have missed.

The way Lorie mentioned the Ninesky R&D Division, Alexander's calm reaction to the introduction, their seemingly natural interaction—every detail only deepened the mystery.

Just then, her phone rang. It was a colleague from the Aerospace Institute, reminding her of an afternoon technical symposium.

Danielle collected herself, pushing her thoughts aside. "Right, I know. I'll be there on time."

After hanging up, she took a deep breath and quickened her pace.

Whatever was going on between Alexander and Lorie, her priority was her work and Millie's case.

As for the rest, maybe everything would become clear once Nash finished his investigation.

Still, a bitter feeling clung to her like a vine, making it impossible to find any real peace.

She had no idea what this sudden turn of events would mean for the already fragile relationship between her and Alexander.

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By the time the symposium ended, the sky outside had turned a dark, bruised gray.

The moment Danielle stepped out of the conference room, a cold rain began to fall. She didn't have an umbrella, so she clutched her portfolio and dashed into the downpour.

The rain soaked her hair and shirt, a chill seeping down her back, but she barely noticed.

She couldn't shake the feeling that Alexander wasn't hiding something maliciously, but rather pushing her away deliberately. He was afraid of dragging her into the Davidson family's conflicts, into his own troubled world.

That kind of protection hurt more than a straightforward rejection.

As the needle slid into the back of her hand, she winced, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

Drowsiness washed over her as the IV dripped. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back, and was dozing off when a familiar voice echoed from the hallway.

It was Alexander's, low and soothing. "Don't be nervous. It's just a routine check-up."

Danielle's eyes shot open, her heart leaping into her throat.

Following the sound, she saw him supporting Lorie by the arm as they walked toward the elevators.

Lorie, dressed in a loose-fitting dress, had one hand resting gently on her lower abdomen. Her face was pale, and she looked up at Alexander with complete dependence.

The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside. The button for the fifth floor lit up: Obstetrics and Gynecology.

Danielle's heart plummeted as if struck by a physical blow.