The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 327

Danielle truly didn’t want her daughter spending much time around him.

Yes, he was her biological father, but he refused to acknowledge her and had done nothing but cause pain. If that was the case, it was better to keep their distance.

No need to give anyone hope built on nothing but wishful thinking.

Alexander’s brows drew together slightly, his gaze fixed on her, dark and unreadable.

Then, out of nowhere, he let out a thin, cryptic smile.

Danielle frowned. That smile, to her, said everything—he was probably glad she finally knew her place.

She didn’t bother to respond. Instead, she stepped past him and walked away.

Since Niki was with them, nobody drank much at dinner, and by eight o’clock they were already wrapping things up.

Gian carried Niki down the steps and out to the car. As he buckled her in, Niki leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Mr. Atwood!”

Gian froze, caught completely off guard, looking helplessly at Danielle.

Danielle couldn’t help but laugh. “Nervous?”

“It’s just pure affection from a child.”

Kirsten burst out laughing. “Gian’s been single his whole life—never even dated. No wonder he’s flustered when he gets a kiss like that.”

Honestly, Gian hadn’t expected Niki to be so affectionate.

Kids loved hugs, kisses, being picked up high—they were just like that.

Niki blinked up at Gian. “Don’t you like me, Mr. Atwood?”

That snapped Gian out of his daze. He pinched her chubby cheek. “Of course I do.”

He bent closer, meeting her eyes through the open car door. “It’s okay to give kisses now, but when you get older, you shouldn’t let people kiss you just because. And don’t let boys kiss you—if anyone tries, you have to tell your uncle or your mom, okay?”

Kids needed to learn the difference between boys and girls, especially little girls.

Niki’s eyes sparkled as she nodded obediently. “Got it!”

She was just too adorable. Gian couldn’t resist giving her cheek another gentle squeeze.

Liam shook his head. “The Atwoods are old money—they’ll never accept Danielle. She’s divorced and has a kid. Even if she weren’t, she still wouldn’t be good enough for them.”

So, all of this was just a fleeting illusion, a waste of time.

No matter how much Gian liked her, in the end he’d have to go home and marry whoever the Atwood family chose.

Danielle would never marry into their world—her family just didn’t measure up.

“Let her keep dreaming.” Liam crossed his arms, watching as Danielle and the others loaded into their car and drove away. Only then did he turn away, his voice cool: “Alex, good thing you got out early. Keeping a woman like that around, she’d have you wearing a cuckold’s crown before long.”

“Raffy’s still at home,” Millie reminded him. “Alex, let’s go.”

Right then, Nash pulled up with the car, and the group climbed in and left.

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Danielle hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol that night—she’d stuck to tea instead.

Drinking made it harder to think, and she still wanted to carve out some time when she got home to work on her thesis.