The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 661

“I don’t believe he mistook you for someone else. The gap between you and Millie Fletcher is far too great.”

“Only Millie would be naïve enough to believe that. From beginning to end, the only person he ever wanted to save was you. Do you believe him too?”

As Danielle Crawford replayed everything that had happened, her gaze grew pensive.

Some things were simply not coincidences.

Alexander Davidson’s coldness hadn’t been an act.

But the way he’d saved her wasn’t an act, either.

“I’ll take some time to reconsider the things that happened before,” Danielle said, closing her eyes for a moment.

There had to be details she’d missed.

Gian Atwood kept his hands steady on the steering wheel. “But deep down, you already know the answer. There’s no need to keep thinking.”

“He loves you,” Gian said bluntly.

Love?

The word sounded both fantastical and absurd to Danielle.

Love didn’t look like this.

If this counted as love, then it was little more than a joke.

Gian continued, “But if he loves you, why did he push you away? That’s the question you should be asking.”

“If love means hurting someone, I’d rather not have it at all.”

Gian offered another perspective, “But what if, by doing this, he was sparing you from even greater harm? What would you choose then?”

“He’s thorough—he plans ahead, hides things so well you’d never know. Maybe there are things you’d go a lifetime without discovering. And if you did find out, maybe you’d make the same choices he did.”

Danielle froze.

Her heart trembled, just a little.

But honestly, it all sounded far-fetched.

She could not recall a single thing from the past that would justify his actions.

Besides—

Even if that were true,

He would never know she’d already been given a second chance at life.

It was a modest gathering, mostly people from the industry.

“This project is backed by the government. There’s a confidentiality agreement, so a lot of companies are here hoping to get insider information.”

Danielle glanced at him. “Ninesky wants in on it too?”

Gian nodded. “Word is, it’s a game-changer. We can’t afford to fall behind. In research, standing still means falling behind.”

He was right.

If you’re not moving forward, someone else is racing past you.

When they arrived,

Danielle spotted Nathan and Harold Chapman.

Harold was dressed in a crisp white suit, the picture of gentle sophistication.

He and Nathan were deep in conversation.

When Harold saw Danielle walk in, he greeted her with a warm smile.

“Ms. Crawford, it’s been a while.”