The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 362

A strange unease fluttered in Raffy's chest, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on why he felt that way.

He frowned, lips pressed tight. “But—I never said I didn’t want to eat Mom’s cooking.”

And truth be told, it had been ages since he’d last slept in the same bed with her.

Sure, his mom could be a bit of a country bumpkin, but sometimes she was surprisingly reliable.

Lately, his nights had been restless and he hadn’t been eating well, either.

He really missed his mom’s homemade meals.

Raffy looked hopefully at Alexander. “Dad, is there any way you could ask Mom to cook for me? I really want to taste her food again.”

Alexander set his tablet down. “You could call her yourself, you know. Tell her you miss her cooking.”

Raffy’s words caught in his throat and he fell silent, hesitating, then saying nothing at all.

The car soon pulled up in front of the old house.

Bianca, knowing her grandson was coming home today, had made a special effort to meet them at the door.

Raffy jumped out of the car and ran straight into his grandmother’s arms, acting every bit the spoiled child.

Alexander got out as well, his presence dignified and reserved. He cast a faint glance at the affectionate pair before turning away.

Bianca looked toward the car, noticing no one else was getting out. “Didn’t Millie come with you?”

Alexander’s expression remained cool, his gaze settling on Bianca. His voice was calm but distant. “Do you really think that would be appropriate?”

Bianca paused, surprised.

“What’s not appropriate about it?” she asked. “You two practically grew up together; it’s just a childhood friend coming over for dinner. Besides, I’ve always liked Millie—she’s like a daughter to me. Why should things change just because you’re both adults now?”

“Or is it because you’ve been listening to all that gossip out there and now you’re avoiding Millie?”

Alexander simply looked at her in silence, his face unreadable.

Bianca, still holding Raffy’s hand, frowned at her son. “Alex, you and Millie have nothing to be ashamed of. Why let a bunch of rumors ruin your relationship?”

“So you’ve seen the headlines,” Alexander replied, walking toward the house, his tone measured. “As the lady of the Davidson family, you should know what’s appropriate and what isn’t.”

Bianca followed after him with Raffy, watching Alexander’s aloof retreating figure. She was confused, her frown deepening. “Then why don’t you tell me what’s right and what’s wrong? Am I not allowed to go shopping with Millie anymore?”

She and Millie enjoyed each other’s company—what was the harm in a little shopping trip?

She was growing more and more dissatisfied with Alexander’s attitude. After all the years she’d spent raising him, now he thought he had the right to lecture her?

“So what, you came all the way back just to scold me about this?”

Alexander stopped, glancing down at Raffy. “Go on inside and play.”

Alexander glanced at the tablet and offered a slight smile. “Since when do you pay heed to rumors?”

His grandmother slammed down her teacup, the sharp clatter echoing through the room. Her voice was stern and forceful. “Do you think the rumors are what matter here?”

“What do you think Danielle is supposed to make of all this?”

“Millie is a pitiable child, yes, and you’ve always been close to her. But have you spared a thought for your wife?”

Alexander stood his ground, his face unreadable. “She doesn’t mind.”

A sharp look flashed in the old lady’s eyes. “Is that so? She doesn’t mind?”

Her tone turned icy. “Then how come I hear Raffy’s been calling Millie ‘Mom’?”

She fixed Alexander with a piercing stare. “Is that rumor too? Shall we bring Raffy in and ask him?”

Alexander finally looked up, his voice even and calm. “Raffy likes Millie. He’s just a child—he doesn’t know any better.”

“And you’re not going to correct him? He’s your son!” She pressed. “Does Danielle know?”

Alexander’s reply was cool. “She does.”

“Bang!”

The old lady hurled her teacup across the desk, smashing it with a furious crash. “Outrageous!”