The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1341

The elevator reached the underground garage, and Alexander led Danielle by the hand toward his familiar black Bentley.

He opened the door for her, waiting until she was settled before rounding the hood to slide into the driver's seat.

The car pulled out of the hospital parking lot, merging seamlessly into the morning rush hour traffic.

Danielle leaned against the window, watching the city streets blur past as the confusion in her mind deepened.

She turned her head to look at Alexander, taking in the sharp, handsome lines of his profile as he focused on the road.

This man was always like this—quietly arranging everything behind the scenes, yet somehow always managing to perfectly soothe the chaotic edges of her heart.

After a thirty-minute drive, the car finally stopped in front of a secluded, standalone villa hidden behind a canopy of lush green trees.

The exterior walls were draped in vibrant ivy, and an elegant wooden sign stood by the entrance, etched with beautiful cursive lettering:

*Stardust Bridal*.

Danielle's eyes widened. Of course, she knew this place.

Stardust Bridal's founder, Kyle, was one of the country's most elite wedding dress designers. Her style was entirely unique—a blend of delicate grace and breathtaking grandeur. Every wealthy heiress in the city desperately wanted a custom gown from her.

But Kyle kept a low profile and refused to take on large volumes of orders. Securing her for a wedding didn't just require booking months in advance; it required sheer luck.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Danielle's voice was laced with surprise.

Alexander killed the engine and turned to her, a gentle smile touching his eyes. "Step out and you'll see."

He got out first, walking around to the passenger side to open the door for her.

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