The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 667

Nathan’s eyes darkened.

“Mr. Atwood, your words are a little harsh.”

“Sometimes the truth stings. Dani’s been through hell and back—what makes you think she needs to be tied down in marriage? Or is it that you believe, no matter how successful or brilliant a woman becomes, her only real destination is still marriage?”

Gian’s tone was grave. “And just because she’s divorced, does she have to marry someone else? Besides, she finally broke free from the Davidson family—do you really think she’d ever go back, even if she does remarry?”

He stared at Nathan, voice low and heavy. “You’re so caught up in how much you like Dani, but have you ever truly thought about what she wants? Have you even considered whether she’d be willing?”

Nathan hesitated, his hand tightening on the edge of the table. His lips parted as if to answer, but the words didn’t come out.

Gian’s gaze sharpened. “Are you sure you’re not just putting more pressure on her? Love isn’t just about possession—it’s about respect. I don’t think you’ve ever really put yourself in her shoes, and honestly, I can’t see how much you actually care about her.”

Nathan drew in a long breath. “You’re right. I haven’t thought it all through. I just figured we had a foundation, and that with me by her side, she’d be better off…”

He looked at Gian, his eyes dark and searching. “But I’ll keep what you said in mind. I’ll respect her wishes from now on. Thank you for the reminder.”

Gian frowned but said nothing more. He just looked at Nathan, long and hard.

Honestly, Gian thought, Alexander was a better man than Nathan. Did Nathan really not understand what he’d just said? Unlikely. Most likely, he simply chose to feign ignorance for the sake of convenience—ignoring Dani’s feelings until someone forced him to face them.

Nathan could sense Gian’s thoughts.

“I truly haven’t given all this enough thought. I’ve only ever been angry about what Dani’s suffered, and I wanted to make it up to her a thousand times over, to help her forget all the pain from before.”

Gian let out a dry, humorless laugh as he stood. “Before you rush to play her savior, remember—Dani’s a grown woman. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself.”

He paused at the door, glancing over his shoulder. “Ask yourself—does she actually need your constant care, or is it just your way of feeling important? Is your attention a comfort… or just another burden?”

With that, Gian turned and left. Nathan sat there in silence, lost in thought.

As she rounded the corner, a hand shot out and yanked her into a small utility closet—

“Ah—!”

A large palm clamped over her mouth, stifling her scream.

Cramped in the darkness, Danielle’s whole body went rigid, her blood running cold.

She looked up—and met a pair of shadowy eyes, deep and unreadable.

She froze. “You—”

The man’s other hand reached up, gently brushing the back of her head. He leaned in, whispering, “Shh…”