The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 650

Nathan listened in silence for a few seconds, his gaze resting steadily on Alexander.

Every word Alexander spoke seemed to carry an unspoken message—a warning that, no matter what Nathan did, Alexander’s eyes were always on him from the shadows.

Nathan’s lips curled suddenly in a sardonic smile. “You always assume the worst in people, and that’s why you’ll never find peace in this life. You’ll always be trapped in the mess you’ve built for yourself.”

He reached out and gave Alexander’s shoulder a gentle, almost paternal pat. “Sometimes, I wish you could be a little more innocent, a little kinder. Life would be a lot easier for you then.”

Nathan let out a breath. “You know, I often wonder if we could have been like any other brothers—close, trusting. Even though we’re only half-brothers, I’ve always seen you as my own flesh and blood. But I never understood why you always kept your distance, like you’ve got armor on, bristling with thorns.”

His eyes searched Alexander’s face, confusion clouding his expression.

The mountain air outside was thick with rain and chill, the night pressing in around them. Nathan’s words hung there, heavy and unsettling, as if he was claiming the right to be both the hero and the villain, to say whatever he pleased.

Alexander, however, didn’t bristle or snap back. Instead, a subtle, almost mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“That actually sounds pretty good,” he replied lightly. “I’d love nothing more than for you to take over the Davidson Group, and let me laze around at home, living the good life.”

He paused, then continued, “But is that why you came back and took a job at Vanguard Technologies? Do you have some kind of grudge against the Davidson family? You know Father’s always wanted you to come home and run the company, but you never could do what he wanted.”

Alexander’s tone was surprisingly calm. “I wanted you back too. But the moment you returned, you jumped into someone else’s company. How am I supposed to play the devoted little brother when you keep pushing me away?”

He laughed, though there was no real warmth in it. “I keep hoping we could actually spend time together, maybe even act like real brothers, but you always hold me at arm’s length.”

“Even when you’re offered a place in the family business, you turn it down, like you’re terrified I’ll set a trap for you. You’ve been away for years, and while you were gone, I managed the Davidson family affairs in your place.”

He let his words linger, a sarcastic edge to his voice, his smile cooling. “Now that you’re back, it’s only right to return it to you. So why, big brother, are you suddenly so reluctant to take over?”

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Nathan left soon after and headed for his car.

Danielle was already inside, waiting for him.

He slid into the seat, rainwater still clinging to his coat and hair, the scent of the storm trailing behind him. His expression was grim, his mood as stormy as the night.

Danielle understood. After all, no one ever came away from a conversation with Alexander looking cheerful.

He had a way of shutting people down—of turning every word into a dead end.