The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 885

But reason quickly regained control.

Just then, the silence on the deck was broken by the ringing of his phone. It was Nash.

Alexander took a deep breath and answered.

"Mr. Davidson, we're about an hour from the docks," Nash's respectful voice came through the receiver. "Also, Dr. Rebecca is waiting there for you. She said she's bringing your medication."

The name Rebecca was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the impulsive spark in Alexander's heart.

He was jolted back to reality, remembering his depression and the mistakes he'd made when his emotions had spiraled out of control.

That's right. He couldn't be so selfish. He couldn't put Danielle in danger for a moment of weakness.

"Understood," Alexander's voice returned to its usual coldness, devoid of any emotion. "Arrange for me to meet Rebecca as soon as we dock."

After hanging up, Alexander remained on the deck for a long time, only turning to go inside when the boat began to approach the harbor.

His steps were heavy, each one a battle against himself.

He knew he was choosing to run away again, but he truly didn't know what else he could do.

By the time the boat reached the docks, the sky was already beginning to lighten with the dawn.

Danielle stood on the deck, scanning her surroundings, but she couldn't see Alexander anywhere.

A wave of disappointment washed over her, but she quickly rationalized it—he probably had something urgent to attend to.

Just then, Gian approached and handed her a jacket. "It's windy this morning. Put this on."

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