The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 665

He had a broader perspective now and knew exactly what he should do.

“I thought after turning down Mr. Clarke so many times, he’d have lost all interest in working with us.”

Keegan grinned. “You’re kidding, right? I’d dream of sharing a drink with you two—just waiting for Mr. Atwood and Ms. Crawford to give me the chance.”

Raising his glass, he looked at them with an easy smile. “Let me raise this to you both. I want to apologize for what I’ve done—let myself be fooled by a few careless words, and ended up hurting you. Whether you forgive me is entirely up to you, but apologizing is something I owe you, regardless.”

With that, he downed his drink in one swift motion.

Danielle watched Keegan, quietly impressed.

He was the kind of man who could own up to his mistakes without flinching.

He was a friend of Alexander’s circle, but he rarely joined their social gatherings.

Most of the time, he was all business.

Keegan almost never showed up to dinners or parties outside of work; he kept himself busy with endless meetings and deadlines.

The Clarkes ran several companies—there was always more than enough on his plate.

Truth be told, he didn’t care for socializing. Unless it was a necessary professional event, he could always be found at his desk, immersed in work.

Harold joked, “I hadn’t even said I wouldn’t partner up, and Mr. Clarke’s already trying to poach people.”

Keegan smirked. “Hardly poaching, just making my position clear, Mr. Chapman. Hope you don’t mind.”

Their conversation volleyed back and forth, all centered around the business world.

Alexander, as usual, kept to himself.

Throughout the evening, plenty of people came over to toast him; he raised his glass politely, took a sip or two, but had little else to say. He didn’t join in any of their discussions.

“I worked with him once,” Harold went on, swirling his drink and glancing at Danielle. “He’s all business—barely says a word unless it’s work-related. Was he always like that at home?”

Danielle paused, her expression hardly changing. She offered only a faint smile.

“That’s a private matter.”

Her marriage to Alexander was not something she cared to discuss, nor did she want to satisfy anyone’s curiosity.

Nathan pressed his lips together, stepping in to shield her. “They’ve been married for years, so they must be happy—otherwise, how would they have made it this far?”

Gian looked at Nathan, his tone thoughtful. “Nathan, you’ve been living abroad for years. How can you be so sure Dani’s marriage is happy? People keep their own secrets; what’s cold or warm is for themselves to know.”

“This is a work event; let’s not pry into personal matters,” Gian added, as if realizing something.

It seemed everyone was waiting for a crack to open in Danielle and Alexander’s marriage.