The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 316

“How could I not? If you hadn’t caught me, I would’ve made a complete fool of myself.”

Harold’s gaze softened, eyes growing a shade darker. “What I mean is, people are getting the wrong idea about us. I wonder if that’s a bother for you.”

Danielle hesitated, unsure what he was really getting at.

Sensing her confusion, Harold let out a gentle chuckle. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s just focus on the competition for now.”

Danielle didn’t read too much into it. After all, he’d only helped her out of kindness. Nothing more.

“Mr. Chapman.” Millie approached with Alexander at her side, casting Danielle a sidelong, almost dismissive glance. “Is this you finally looking to settle down with the right person?”

Harold’s eyes darkened further. “Miss Fletcher, that’s not the kind of rumor you should be spreading.”

It was rude, after all, to stake a claim on anyone before the other party had so much as agreed.

Millie pressed on, “Well, if you really have such intentions, you’d better keep your eyes open. If the wrong sort of gossip gets around, the consequences won’t be good. You know how it is—men and women should keep their distance.”

Her words dripped with innuendo, making it clear she didn’t think much of Danielle.

Harold shot a cool glance at Alexander beside him. “Well, I’d hope my judgment is at least better than Mr. Davidson’s.”

Alexander arched an eyebrow, a faint, mocking smile playing at his lips. “Is that so?”

“Miss Crawford is an outstanding woman—remarkable, really.” Harold turned to Danielle, his voice warm and sincere. “Working with her, I’ve come to truly appreciate her unique charm.”

“We’re both single adults. What harm is there in that?”

Danielle’s heart skipped a beat; she looked up at him in shock.

There was a calm warmth in Harold’s eyes, as if he could carry the whole world’s troubles with ease.

Alexander acted as if Danielle meant nothing to him—like they’d never been married at all.

It stung, but there was nothing she could do.

After Alexander and the others left, Harold glanced down at Danielle. “I hope I didn’t scare you just now?”

Danielle pressed her lips together. “Mr. Chapman, are you saying—?”

“I am,” Harold replied gently. “I wanted to make my feelings clear. I’d rather you didn’t mistake all my kindness for just being a helpful colleague or a gracious host.”

Danielle frowned ever so slightly, struggling to process it all. It was so sudden.

Harold, noticing her discomfort, smiled softly and continued, “There’s no need for you to feel pressured, Miss Crawford. My feelings are my own—you don’t have to accept them.”