The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1209

The blizzard outside never stopped.

Curled in Alexander’s arms, Danielle drifted in and out of consciousness.

Her burning forehead rested against the cool curve of his neck, her breath coming in hot, rapid bursts that scorched his skin.

She instinctively burrowed closer to the source of warmth, burying herself completely in his embrace.

Her slender arms wrapped tightly around his waist, as if afraid that this solitary warmth would vanish if she let go.

Alexander sat against the icy rock wall, his back ramrod straight as he sheltered Danielle in his arms.

He repeatedly stroked her feverish brow, the heat under his fingertips making his chest ache and his expression grow grim.

The woman in his arms felt as light as a feather, yet she weighed heavily on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

He looked down at her pale face. Her long lashes were damp against her eyelids, and her brows were tightly furrowed, a clear sign of the pain she was in.

The phone screen still displayed the ‘No Signal’ icon, its cold blue light casting sharp shadows on his tense jawline. He looked terrible.

He knew they couldn’t wait any longer.

Though the blizzard had weakened slightly, it showed no signs of stopping. If they stayed here, Danielle’s fever would only worsen, and the consequences would be dire.

He was fairly familiar with the terrain of this ice field.

Before the expedition, he had personally led a survey of the surrounding area and knew this cave was southwest of the research station.

Between them lay a glacier and a snowfield. The direct distance wasn't great, but in the swirling snow, it was incredibly easy to get lost.

As night fell, the temperature on the ice field plummeted to forty below zero.

Alexander wrapped Danielle tightly in his coat, then used strips of cloth to secure her to his back, ensuring she wouldn't slip off.

He leaned against the wall, periodically checking her temperature. Each time, her skin felt hotter than the last, and his heart sank a little further.

The firewood had long since burned to a pile of cold ash.

Alexander didn’t dare close his eyes, terrified that something would happen to her if he fell asleep.

He could only rub her back again and again, warming her with his own body heat, murmuring her name like a prayer and a comfort.

When the sky began to lighten, Danielle’s fever showed no signs of breaking. In fact, it had gotten worse, and she was growing more delirious.

She muttered incoherently, sometimes calling for “Niki,” other times for him.

Alexander’s heart felt as though it were being crushed by an invisible hand, the pain nearly suffocating him.

He couldn't hesitate any longer.

He carefully helped her sit up and whispered in her ear, “Danielle, I’m going to carry you out of here. You can’t stay here like this. We have to get to the research station and find a doctor.”

Danielle slowly opened her eyes. The once clear, bright gaze was now clouded by a thick fog, her vision unfocused. She couldn't make out the figure before her.

She shook her head weakly. “Alexander… don’t push yourself… I can’t walk…”

Thank you for being willing to carry me through this frozen hell.

Thank you for still being here with me.

Alexander didn't stop walking, only replying in a low voice, “Don’t talk. Save your strength. We’re almost there.”

In truth, he had no idea how long “almost” would be.

The blizzard had reduced visibility to less than thirty feet. All landmarks were buried in snow, and his sense of direction had become a blur.

He could only navigate by memory and instinct, heading in what he hoped was the right direction.

He didn't know how long he had been walking. He only knew that his strength was draining away, his limbs numb and nearly devoid of feeling.

The weight on his shoulders felt heavier and heavier, while the woman he carried only grew hotter, the fever searing his heart with every beat.

His lips were cracked and bleeding, and his throat felt like it was on fire. Even breathing hurt.

But he didn't dare stop. Not for a second.

He was afraid that if he stopped, he would never get up again.

He was afraid that if he fell, Danielle would be buried in this wasteland forever.

After an eternity, just as his consciousness began to blur, a faint point of light appeared in the distance.