The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 669

In that moment, Danielle felt icy cold, as if the blood in her veins had frozen.

She could see the knife, still lying there—clear as day.

And just as clearly, she realized someone was watching her from the shadows.

So all those times she’d felt eyes on her, it hadn’t been her imagination or paranoia. It was real. Someone really had been stalking her.

This time, Danielle didn’t say a word.

She simply followed Alexander.

They walked in silence down the hallway and soon reached a room.

Her mind was racing, heart pounding; a mess of thoughts tangled inside her head.

Faces flashed by in her memory, fragments of old conversations and arguments. Who could hate her enough to go this far? Who had she wronged so badly?

Try as she might, she couldn’t come up with a single name. In her personal life, she steered clear of drama. At work, she kept her head down. If she’d upset someone, surely she’d have noticed something.

The room was brightly lit.

She could see Alexander’s expression perfectly—colder and more distant than usual.

He was still dressed in black, his presence exuding a chilly, almost intimidating air.

Danielle forced herself to focus, to put her swirling thoughts in order. “Who was that just now? Were they after you, or after me?”

She spun through every logical possibility.

Maybe the threat was directed at both of them. Maybe Alexander really was protecting her.

Or maybe—just maybe—he’d staged the whole thing to gain her trust. A man as calculating as him could easily orchestrate something like this.

Her mind kept circling, a little voice inside whispering: Don't trust him. Not again. You can’t afford to repeat your past mistakes. Even if you do trust him, don’t put your whole faith in him.

Every step she took now would shape what happened next.

She needed to keep her wits about her, to judge the situation for herself.

Danielle stared at him. “Before the knife showed up, where were you planning to take me? What did you want to say?”

“Nothing different from now,” he replied. “You don’t want any connection with me.”

“Then,” she said, “the best thing to do is leave and go back to the party.”

She took a deep breath.

Under the harsh white light, she noticed a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

Alexander just looked at her and said, “Go.”

He clearly didn’t want her to stay another second.

Danielle held his gaze for a long moment, her eyes cold and steady.

Then, after a few seconds, she nodded. “What you just said—keep your word.”