The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 704

Danielle offered a gentle smile. “No, you’ve misunderstood, Nathan. I really wasn’t overthinking it.”

Nathan glanced at her, noticing how she was consciously keeping her distance. He pressed his lips together, then said, “Let me drive you home. It won’t take much of my time. You don’t have to be so formal with me, you know. We’re not strangers.”

Danielle finally nodded in agreement.

So she and Niki rode home with Nathan.

As he drove, Nathan glanced over. “I heard you’re giving a speech at tomorrow’s government-business summit. You’re not that little girl anymore—you keep impressing everyone.”

Danielle smiled modestly. “It’s just a small accomplishment. Nothing worth mentioning.”

Nathan chuckled and let the conversation fall away.

When they reached Danielle’s apartment, Nathan handed Niki a few new toys.

Niki’s eyes sparkled as she thanked her uncle. “Thank you, Uncle Nathan!”

He ruffled her hair, grinning. “You’re welcome.”

Niki liked him. He was her father’s brother, and his eyes looked so much like her dad’s—though there was something different in his gaze that she couldn’t quite name. She was too young to understand the feeling.

Danielle didn’t linger in small talk. She took her daughter’s hand, and together they went upstairs.

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The next day.

A crisp autumn wind swept through the city, carrying a hint of chill.

Her pace was measured, logic crisp. She moved from material innovations to propulsion system upgrades, then to the future of commercial spaceflight. Every number was spot on, every point delivered with conviction.

She was interrupted several times by applause—even the government officials in the front row nodded in approval.

Alexander’s gaze never left her.

Watching her command the stage, so confident and passionate about her field, he tightened his grip on his pen. He remembered her just like this—excitedly explaining spacecraft designs to him in their study, her eyes shining brighter than the stars she dreamed of reaching.

“Yeah, she talks a good game,” a voice muttered from the back—loud enough to be heard, dripping with sarcasm.

Everyone nearby recognized him: a man in his thirties, dressed in a black suit—Millie’s former assistant.

Hidden by the crowd and emboldened by distance, his words grew bolder. “Everyone knows she only made it this far riding on the Davidson family’s coattails. She thinks she’s some big shot now? Lost the family’s backing and she still thinks she belongs up there… Just got lucky, if you ask me, but now she’s acting like she’s someone important…”