The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 670

When it came to the idea of keeping any connection between them at arm’s length—

“After everything that happened today, you still refuse to say a word. You told me I’m the one who doesn’t want anything to do with you. Fine. From now on, I hope there’s nothing between us at work, either.”

“We’ll just be strangers.”

With that, Danielle turned on her heel and walked away.

Alexander stood there, his brow deeply furrowed, watching her retreating figure in silence.

As Danielle left, she nearly bumped into Nash, who was coming down the hall carrying a suitcase. She glanced at the case in his hand but said nothing as she passed.

Nash seemed momentarily surprised to see her, but quickly recovered and greeted her politely before hurrying off toward one of the rooms.

Danielle turned to watch him go, her brows drawn tight, but she didn’t stop walking. Only a few steps later, though, she found herself coming to an abrupt halt.

Sometimes, Danielle could sense Alexander’s desire to keep his distance from her—as if he wanted nothing at all to do with her or their daughter. Other times, it seemed like he was trying to draw closer.

She didn’t know if it was all in her head, or if she was just overthinking things. Shaking off the thought, Danielle turned and started back the way she’d come.

She had just turned around when someone called out from behind her.

“I’ve been searching for you all over the venue—so this is where you ended up?”

Nathan’s familiar voice carried down the hallway as he approached her. “If I remember right, the meeting rooms and lounge are over here. Did you come by to talk to him about something?”

Danielle turned and saw her older brother, Nathan, smiling at her the way he always had—warm, gentle, a little indulgent. Just like he’d been in her memories.

But every word he spoke felt like he was probing, testing the waters. His eyes held a flicker of something else—a nervousness, as if he were afraid she’d discovered something.

“Is it really too much for your big brother to ruffle your hair the way I used to?”

Danielle gave a small smile. “I’m grown up now. Things aren’t quite the same.”

Nathan nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right—you’re not the little girl I remember. You’ve built your own life, you’re a mother now, you’re an adult. You don’t need anyone looking after you anymore.”

“It’s just… sometimes it’s hard for me to let go of the habit of wanting to take care of you.”

He took a couple of steps back, putting some space between them.

“Gian talked to me today. I realize there’ve been plenty of times where I’ve overstepped, acted without thinking. For that, I’m sorry.”

Danielle looked at the man in front of her and felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity. His face was almost unchanged from years ago, but his demeanor—something about it had shifted, in ways she couldn’t explain.