The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 326

She never imagined she’d end up bringing her daughter along as a third wheel on a date.

Danielle twisted the cap back onto her water bottle and shook her head with a soft sigh. “He doesn’t even remember when my birthday is.”

Even if he did, he’d probably just pretend not to know—or simply ignore it altogether.

Kirsten arched a brow, her expression sharpening. “Sounds like a real piece of work. Honestly, that’s about as low as it gets.”

Danielle let out a quiet laugh, standing up and grabbing a pool cue. “Let’s play a round.”

After a few games—no one taking it too seriously, just enjoying the evening—they called for dinner to be brought up to their private room. Danielle made sure Niki joined them for the meal.

Niki was perfectly happy mingling with the adults, clinging to Gian and calling him “Mr. Atwood” at every chance.

“Don’t hang all over your Mr. Atwood,” Danielle said, ruffling her daughter’s hair with a helpless smile. “If you keep pestering him, he might get tired of you and stop paying attention altogether.”

Gian chuckled, lightly pinching Niki’s chubby cheeks. “What’s this? Are you really trying to turn me against Niki just because your daughter likes me more?”

Kirsten burst out laughing. “Let the kid have her fun. Honestly, Gian seems like he’s having just as much fun as she is.”

Niki hugged her milk to her chest and looked up at Danielle. “Mommy, you’re my favorite. No one could ever take me away from you!”

Danielle tousled her hair again. “You little rascal.”

“I need to use the restroom,” Niki announced, sliding off Gian’s lap.

Danielle immediately set down her fork and stood up. “I’ll come with you.”

“Mom, it’s fine. I can go by myself,” Niki insisted.

Kirsten glanced at Danielle. “It’s a private club—security’s tight, cameras everywhere. It’s good to let kids learn a little independence.”

Honestly, with the way things are now, even walking down a city street feels safer than it did years ago.

He looked down at her from his height. “What are you doing here?”

Niki twisted her hands behind her back, eyes downcast, nervously biting her lower lip. “Just… having dinner.”

He nodded, his voice gentle but distant. “Watch where you’re going. Be careful.”

Niki didn’t say another word—she quickly turned and hurried toward the private room.

He watched her retreating figure for a moment, then turned to find Danielle standing not far away, bottles of red wine in her hands.

He glanced at the bottles, an eyebrow arching. “That’s some strong stuff. Planning to drink all that?”

He sounded almost casual, as if they were simply making small talk.

Danielle didn’t answer. Her gaze was cool as she said, “From now on, I want you to stay away from me and Niki.”