The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 449

The door clicked open from the outside.

Alexander strolled in, a lazy, easy smile on his face. “Honey, I’ve been looking all over for you.” He reached out and took Danielle’s hand. “What are you doing in here?”

Jake barely reacted when Alexander entered, his expression stern and imposing. The study was thick with his authority, a pressure that made the air feel heavy. Years at the top had given Jake a natural, unforced command—he didn’t need to raise his voice to make his presence felt.

Danielle took a steadying breath. “I was just discussing a few things with my father.”

Jake saw right through Alexander’s sudden appearance; he knew exactly why Alexander had chosen this moment. Setting his teacup down, he said, “Since you’re here, we might as well talk about your situation together.”

“Dad,” Alexander replied, slipping an arm around Danielle. “There’s nothing wrong between us.”

“Even if something were to happen in the future, it wouldn’t affect the Davidson family’s reputation or your standing. You’ll stay right where you are—untouched by any fallout.” His tone was icy, almost dismissive.

Jake narrowed his eyes. “Is that really the way to speak to me? Where are your manners?”

Alexander didn’t answer. Instead, he took Danielle’s hand and led her out of the room.

Jake watched them go, unruffled. He simply took a quiet sip of his tea, lost in thought.

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Once they’d left the study, Alexander glanced at Danielle. “What did he want to talk to you about?”

He sounded calm, maybe too calm.

“You timed your entrance perfectly,” Danielle said, looking up at him. “Clearly you knew exactly what he wanted to discuss.”

“Is there any point in asking questions you already know the answers to?” Her voice was chilly; Danielle had no intention of letting anyone else get involved in their issues. She kept most things from Jake—if she confided in him, it would only drag things out endlessly.

It was still dark out when Alexander called Danielle. His voice was cool and measured. “When you’re ready, I’ll come pick you up.”

This time, Danielle didn’t refuse. Niki and Raffy’s graduation party was a joint celebration, and they should arrive together.

Alexander drove over himself. Raffy was already in the back seat. Danielle led her daughter down the steps. Alexander stepped out and opened the car door for her, looking sharp and composed in a black suit, his expression as frosty as ever. He looked at Danielle and held the passenger door open. “You sit up front.”

Danielle glanced at the nameplate still shining on the passenger door.

Alexander’s gaze shifted to Niki. “You can ride in the back with your brother.”

Raffy sat by the window, sulking. He couldn’t stand Niki—she was always competing for toys and treats. Life had been far easier since Niki left the Davidson family; he liked being on his own, even if sometimes her absence made things feel strangely empty.

Niki kept her eyes down, silent and withdrawn. It was obvious she didn’t want to sit in the back with Raffy, but she didn’t say a word.