The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 818

Niki took the bag and excitedly peered inside. When she saw the stuffed animal, her eyes crinkled into happy crescents.

But after the initial burst of excitement, her movements became more hesitant. She clutched the toy tightly but loosened her embrace around Alexander’s neck.

She remembered how, in the past, whenever she called him “Daddy,” he would frown and tell her not to. Only Raffy was allowed to call him that.

A sliver of fear crept into her heart. What if he was upset again?

Alexander noticed the change immediately. Seeing the cautiousness in Niki’s eyes, his heart twisted with a sharp, painful ache.

He knew why. His past coldness had made his own daughter afraid to even call him “Daddy.”

He reached out and gently stroked her hair, his voice exceptionally soft. “Yes, Daddy’s here.”

That quiet acknowledgment was like a magic spell, instantly dissolving Niki’s fears.

She looked up, saw the tenderness in his eyes, and threw her arms around him again, shouting, “Daddy!”

Alexander held her close and stood up, unfazed by the curious stares of the other parents.

All he knew was that the small, precious girl in his arms was his daughter—the person he would protect with his life.

“Let’s go home,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the car.

In the car, Niki chattered excitedly about her day at school. One moment, she was talking about how her teacher had praised her handwriting; the next, she was describing the two new goldfish in the classroom’s fish tank. She was like a little sparrow, her words tumbling out one after another.

Alexander drove and listened intently, humming in agreement from time to time, his eyes filled with a deep affection.

She turned and headed for the kitchen, glancing back at Alexander. “It’s getting late. Why don’t you two play in the living room while I make dinner? You should stay and eat with us.”

Alexander was taken aback for a moment, then nodded. “Thank you.”

Danielle smiled and disappeared into the kitchen. For a moment, it felt like old times, when she would cook his favorite meals and wait for him to come home.

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In the living room, Niki pulled Alexander onto the sofa and took out her homework. “Daddy, can you help me with my homework? I don’t understand this math problem.”

“Of course,” Alexander said, taking the notebook and patiently explaining the problem to her. His voice was low and steady as he worked through the steps on a piece of scratch paper.