The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1109

Gian gave Kirsten a faint smile, the exhaustion in his eyes receding slightly. "Thank you for coming to see me." Kirsten rolled her eyes, her tone playfully scolding. "Do we really need to say things like that to each other? You're being a stranger."

She studied the man before her. Although he had cleaned himself up, the faint redness in his eyes hadn't completely faded. "Looking at you, I bet you haven't eaten yet," she suggested. "Let's go grab a late-night snack together." Gian hesitated for a second, then nodded. "Okay. Let me go take a shower and get ready. Just wait for me a bit."

Kirsten nodded from the sofa, her gaze sweeping around the room. The heavy smell of alcohol hadn't fully dissipated. The curtains, now halfway open, revealed the scattered empty bottles illuminated by the neon lights outside, a stark reminder of the scene she had walked in on. She was genuinely worried about him. Suggesting they eat was just an excuse to get him out of the house before he could sink back into his misery. They had been close friends since childhood, and she wasn't about to stand by and watch him spiral.

A dozen minutes later, Gian emerged from the bathroom. His damp hair was neatly styled, and he had changed into clean, casual clothes. He looked much fresher, like his usual gentle and refined self, though a hint of weariness still lingered in his features. Kirsten looked at him and couldn't help but tease, "I've never seen you in such a sorry state before. You really opened my eyes today."

Gian gave a helpless smile, his voice pleading. "Then please, let's bury that secret in your heart and never speak of it again." "I don't know about that," Kirsten arched an eyebrow, deliberately poking fun at him. "I have something on you now. If you ever make me unhappy in the future, I'll expose the story of you passed out drunk on the floor." Gian just smiled faintly without arguing, a sense of ease returning to his eyes. Having a friend you could joke with so freely was, perhaps, a kind of fortune.

They drove out of the complex, not choosing any high-end restaurant, but instead finding a random barbecue joint along the street. Under the night sky, the stall was brightly lit and wreathed in smoke. The sizzle of grilling meat, the chatter of customers, and the calls of the owner mingled together, creating a lively, down-to-earth atmosphere.

Both Gian and Kirsten came from high-society families and were used to five-star hotels and private clubs. They rarely had the chance to visit such a grounded place. But back in his university days, Gian used to come to places like this with a few close friends. Beer and barbecue, talking about their dreams and futures—it was always incredibly relaxing. Most of his classmates back then were from ordinary families, and he was always careful not to mention his background, protecting his friends' pride.

Kirsten picked up a skewer of grilled pork belly and took a bite. The fat melted on her tongue, filling her mouth with a smoky aroma. Her eyes lit up. "This really takes me back to our school days. I feel like I'm years younger already." Seeing her satisfied expression, Gian laughed along with her. He picked up a bottle of cold beer and poured a glass for himself and one for Kirsten. "To our lost youth." "Cheers!" Kirsten raised her glass and clinked it against his. The crisp sound was surprisingly clear amidst the noise.

As they ate and chatted about their school days, forgotten memories were brought back to life, and the atmosphere grew progressively lighter.