The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 587

Danielle could easily brush off all those random women orbiting around him, but she knew they might not be so indifferent toward her.

There was always someone in the shadows trying to trip her up—like Millie, for instance. Danielle had never bothered to acknowledge her, but that only seemed to make Millie more determined, always casting Danielle as her imaginary rival.

Women, when they fall for someone, almost instinctively see every other woman around him as the enemy.

Danielle had learned that lesson the hard way once already; she had no desire to repeat it.

As soon as she finished speaking, a heavy silence settled over the room.

A beat or two passed.

Then Alexander spoke, his voice calm and unhurried.

“You’re overthinking it. They won’t.”

It was one of the rare times he answered her question directly.

Danielle glanced at him but said nothing.

Alexander went on, “By your logic, Millie should have already been targeted to death. Has she?”

Danielle was silent.

“I’ll leave after the doctor’s checked on our daughter,” Alexander said, breaking the pause. “I called the doctor, so I should be here when they arrive.”

In the end, Danielle let him in.

Alexander looked around at the room’s decor before gently settling their daughter onto the couch.

He knelt down, examining her for any other injuries.

As he checked her over, he remarked quietly, “All these years and your taste hasn’t changed at all.”

The comment came out of nowhere, almost like he was reminiscing.

Danielle lowered her gaze, watching him.

When had he ever known her taste? When had he ever cared about her preferences?

She found his words both laughable and a little pathetic. She didn’t bother to respond.

Squatting down, Danielle smiled at her daughter. “Sweetheart, does anything else hurt? Are you injured anywhere?”

Niki shook her head. “Just where Daddy bandaged my foot. That hurts.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up a bit, and when the doctor arrives, they’ll check you over, okay?”

Niki nodded.

Danielle soothed her gently, crouched at her side, while Alexander sat quietly on the other side of their daughter.

For a fleeting moment, the three of them together looked almost like a warm, happy family.

Alexander watched the two of them, his dark eyes silent and unreadable. He didn’t interrupt.

Danielle took Niki to the bathroom, using the excuse of cleaning her up to check carefully for any other wounds.

After the quick wash, Niki grew sleepy and drifted off, her eyelids drooping with exhaustion.

Danielle touched her daughter’s forehead, checking for fever.

Everything seemed normal.

Relieved, she tucked Niki into bed before stepping back out into the living room.

“You—” she started, but stopped when she saw Alexander asleep on the couch.

He was curled up, hugging a cushion against his chest, his head resting on the sofa back. His eyes were closed, his breathing deep and even.

“Yeah.”

“Doctor here yet?”

The implication was clear: the sooner the doctor came and went, the sooner she could get both of them out of her house.

Alexander checked his watch. “It hasn’t been that long. You really can’t stand having me here, can you?”

Danielle took a deep breath, staring at the man in front of her. Everything about him was just so confounding.

There were so many things she wanted to ask, so many words she wanted to say, but none of it came out in any kind of order.

Conversations with Alexander were always like this: if she wasn’t careful, she’d lose her train of thought, the conversation veering off in some unintended direction.

She wanted to ask why his actions were so contradictory.

There were too many tangled threads—everything was a mess.

She felt a headache coming on just thinking about how to deal with him.

It was as if this man in front of her was simply beyond her ability to handle.

Even though they were divorced now, she couldn’t keep him out of her life, couldn’t break all ties between them.

She’d tried to keep her distance, but somehow, fate kept twisting their lives together.

In the end, Danielle forced herself to focus on the present.

“Why were you outside my building today?”

Alexander had reacted so quickly when he saved Niki—it was as if he’d known something was going to happen.

“Leanne called me. And that car that took them away just now—I need to call the police.”