The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 640

Nathan fixed his gaze on Alexander, watching him intently for the slightest flicker of emotion on his face.

He wanted to catch any trace of feeling that might slip through Alexander’s composure.

But Alexander listened to him with a look of unbroken calm; his eyes were steady, almost as if he had long expected Nathan to bring up this topic.

“You don’t seem the least bit surprised by what I want,” Nathan said quietly.

Alexander smiled, the expression brief and unreadable. “You wear your heart on your sleeve, brother. Anyone with eyes can see what you’re thinking—why should I be surprised?”

His words were mild and impenetrable, as though he’d already seen through everything.

Nathan’s eyes narrowed.

Most people would have some kind of reaction if their brother intended to marry their ex-wife, but Alexander showed none at all.

Either he truly didn’t care about Danielle, or he’d been plotting in the background all along. Whichever it was, Nathan knew he had to stay on his guard.

“So you’re saying you have no opinion on the matter?” Nathan pressed.

Alexander glanced down and straightened his cuff. “Sometimes, wanting too much isn’t a good thing, Nathan.”

“I only want Danielle,” Nathan replied, voice low. “Is that really asking for too much? I’m not greedy; it’s my only request.”

Alexander gave a quiet, almost mocking laugh. “Danielle is a living, breathing woman, not some possession you can just claim. Have you ever truly respected her, Nathan?”

Nathan’s tone turned cold, “And how do you know I haven’t?”

Alexander met his gaze, unblinking. “You never cared about what others think, so why are you asking for my opinion? We’re divorced now. If the two of you truly care for each other, then you have my blessing.”

Nathan looked at him. “What others think? Back then, I cared too much about that. That’s why Danielle ended up marrying you. But now I realize, I won’t be at peace with anyone else caring for her. Only if I do it myself can I truly feel at ease.”

He cared too much—so much that he lost her.

Alexander’s eyes remained calm, his lips curving into a half-smile. “Then I hope you get what you wish for, brother.”

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Nathan studied the letters, then smiled faintly and replied in an even tone, “Your handwriting has always been flawless, Father.”

Jake looked up at him, his eyes sharp and searching. After a long moment, a thin smile tugged at his lips. “Do you think there’s a message for you in those words?”

Though his presence was commanding, Jake’s question sounded almost casual.

Nathan returned the smile, gentle and polite. “Self-awareness is a virtue, Father—it applies to everyone, not just me.”

Jake let out a soft chuckle. “Good. I just didn’t want you overthinking things.”

He waved a hand. “Sit down.”

Nathan remained standing.

Before Jake could say anything else, Nathan spoke. “There’s something I need to ask of you today, Father.”

“I’ve never asked you for anything in all my years abroad. But this time, I’m asking for your blessing.”