The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 755

Danielle turned and saw that he was awake, his eyes fixed on her.

“I’m fine,” she said quietly, her voice calm as she walked back to the bedside and sat down.

“Do you need my help?” Alexander asked.

“No,” Danielle cut him off, her tone a little sharper than she intended. “Alexander, I can handle my own problems.”

A shadow flickered across Alexander’s face. He didn’t push the issue, just nodded. “Alright.”

Silence settled between them again.

Danielle felt suffocated by it. She stood up abruptly. “You should rest. I’ll go check on Niki.”

“Danielle.” His voice stopped her as she reached the door.

She paused but didn’t turn around.

“Don’t go.” His words were soft, tinged with a vulnerability that was hard to ignore. “Just stay with me—a little while.”

Danielle froze.

She could picture his expression without looking: that quiet, pleading look she could never quite turn away from.

She struggled with herself for a long moment before finally turning back, moving slowly as she sat down in the chair beside him again.

A faint, boyish smile flickered across Alexander’s lips, as if he’d just been handed a treat he’d been longing for.

He closed his eyes, and his breathing steadied, exhaustion written across his features.

Danielle sat quietly at his side, watching him.

She watched the shadow of his long lashes against his cheeks, the elegant lines of his face—pale, but still striking—and the way his brow furrowed slightly with pain even in sleep.

She paused at the door, but didn’t look back. “Mm,” she replied softly, and slipped out of the room.

As she reached the hallway, she heard Rebecca’s low voice behind her, speaking to Alexander: “Why put yourself through this?”

Then Alexander’s answer floated after her, quiet but piercingly clear: “As long as she’s here with me, it’s worth it.”

Danielle’s heart gave a sudden, painful jolt. She found herself hurrying down the hall, as if running from something she couldn’t face.

She made her way to the second floor and pushed open Niki’s bedroom door. Her daughter was already awake, sitting on the bed clutching a small teddy bear, her wide, curious eyes taking in the unfamiliar room.

When she saw Danielle, Niki immediately tossed the bear aside and flung her arms open. “Mommy!”

Danielle crossed the room in a heartbeat, scooping her daughter into a tight embrace. The soft warmth of Niki in her arms seemed to anchor her, soothing the panic and confusion that had been swirling inside her all night.

“Mommy, where are we?” Niki looked up at her with shining eyes, pointing out the window.