The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 607

Danielle looked up at the sound of his voice and found herself meeting the man’s dark, impenetrable eyes.

She offered him a chilly smile. “Since when has Mr. Davidson taken such pleasure in playing chauffeur for others?”

Her words were laced with sarcasm. “What a shame—I happen to have no shortage of drivers.”

Alexander listened without the slightest flicker of irritation on his face. One hand tucked casually in his pocket, he simply stared at her in silence.

“You know exactly what I’m doing,” he said, his voice so calm it made Danielle’s hand falter mid-motion.

She remembered what Alexander had once told her: If she refused to grant him custody of their daughter in the future, he would never stop appearing in her life.

A wave of frustration and resentment surged in Danielle’s chest.

She summoned a staff member to finish up the last bits of work, then turned back to Alexander. “I drove myself today, Mr. Davidson. There’s no need for you to trouble yourself.”

There was a distinct, almost tangible distance between the two of them—an unfamiliarity that felt impossible to bridge.

“Alex,” Nathan’s voice broke in as he strode over. “Didn’t you just tell me you had no feelings for her? So what’s all this about?”

A faint smile played on Alexander’s lips. “Even if there’s no love left, she’s still the mother of my child. Isn’t that reason enough?”

A flicker of emotion crossed Nathan’s face, but it vanished so quickly it was almost impossible to catch.

Danielle watched the two men. Outwardly, they seemed civil, but the undercurrent between them was electric, charged with tension. Each encounter was a silent contest of wills, too subtle for most to notice.

Nathan nodded. “Fair enough. I’m her uncle, after all.”

He looked over at Danielle. “You said you drove. Mind giving me a lift?”

Danielle hesitated, but didn’t refuse.

Just then, Nash hurried over. “Mr. Davidson, she’s waiting for you.”

Nathan had always been good to her, always indulging her, always willing to grant her every wish. Now, her constant refusals made her seem ungrateful, and she couldn’t quite find the words to reply.

She pressed her lips together. “All right. Sorry for the trouble—please go get the car.”

He took the keys from her hand. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

With that, he strode off toward the parking lot.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes watched from the shadows.

Once Nathan was gone, the chill in the air seemed to deepen, and Danielle felt the tension in her chest grow. She glanced up at the dark, brooding sky and rubbed her arms against the cold.

The weather forecasts had been unreliable lately—every day promised sun, only for the skies to open without warning. The damp, gray days had a way of souring her mood, making her feel restless and uneasy.

She kept her eyes on the exit of the parking garage, waiting for Nathan to bring the car around. Once she saw him, she’d head over.