The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 967

Gazing out the window at the cityscape rushing by, Danielle felt a wave of warmth spread through her. She knew Gian was worried about her and understood that Lorie’s invitation might not be entirely innocent. Finally, she nodded. “Alright. Thank you for doing this.”

After hanging up, Danielle sent the restaurant’s address to Gian, and the anxiety that had been simmering within her began to fade. With Gian by her side, at least she wouldn’t have to face Lorie’s potential barbs or Alexander’s complicated stares alone.

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At six o’clock sharp, Gian’s car pulled up in front of Danielle’s apartment building. He was dressed in a dark suit and held a coat in his hand. The moment he saw her walk out, he went to meet her. “It gets windy at night. Put this on so you don’t catch a cold.”

Danielle took the coat and draped it over her shoulders, a warm feeling blossoming in her chest. “Thank you, Gian, but you really didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“It’s no trouble,” Gian said as he opened the car door, gallantly shielding her head as she got in. “Let’s go. We shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

The car drove smoothly towards the exclusive private restaurant. The ride was quiet, with Gian occasionally breaking the silence to ask about the progress at Ninesky Labs, easing her tension. Danielle watched his focused profile as he drove, her heart filled with gratitude. Gian always seemed to appear exactly when she needed him most.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Alexander and Lorie were already there. Lorie’s smile faded slightly upon seeing Gian accompanying Danielle, and Alexander’s brow furrowed.

Gian casually draped an arm around Danielle’s shoulder and walked to the table, his voice calm. “Mr. Davidson, Miss Gaylord, my apologies. The traffic was a bit heavy, so we’re late. I wasn’t comfortable with Danielle coming alone, so I came with her. I hope we’re not intruding on your farewell dinner.”

Gian observed it all, a subtle curve playing on his lips. He raised his wine glass toward Alexander and Lorie. “Thank you both for hosting this farewell dinner for Danielle. On her behalf, I’d like to propose a toast. Here’s to everyone going their separate ways and staying out of each other’s lives.”

Before they could respond, he gently clinked his glass against Danielle’s. “You shouldn’t have too much wine. Just stick to juice.”

Danielle nodded, lifting her juice glass for a small sip. She knew that with Gian here, whatever storm this dinner was supposed to brew would never make it to shore.

Throughout the meal, Danielle didn't touch her wine glass, quietly eating the stir-fried vegetables in front of her while Gian occasionally placed lighter dishes onto her plate. When the waiter brought out smoked brisket platter, Lorie suddenly covered her mouth, her brow tightening as a wave of nausea washed over her.