The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1201

She slowly turned, her gaze fixed on Alexander.

He stood a few steps away, his posture unwavering as the wind and snow fell on his shoulders, his usual calm, sharp presence surrounding him.

"You didn't have to come looking," he said in a low voice. "None of this is that important."

Danielle's brow furrowed instantly, her tone laced with disbelief. "What do you mean, not important?"

"This is my business," Alexander said, his gaze dropping slightly. "Danielle, you can stay out of it."

"Stay out of it?" Danielle looked as if she'd just heard the most ridiculous joke, her eyes turning cold.

"Alexander, are you always going to be this self-centered? Making rash decisions that dictate other people's lives, always presuming you know what they're thinking? You've been wrong from the start. Don't you see that even now?"

Alexander watched her from a distance. "That's why I'm a cold, heartless person."

"I don't even deserve to be called human."

He looked at Danielle intently. "Why bother with my problems? This place is dangerous. The missing chip has wide-reaching implications, and there could be unknown conspiracies tied to it."

"I want you to go back, back to somewhere safe."

She thought that after everything they'd been through, he would finally understand her heart—that she wasn't being impulsive, that she truly wanted to face this with him. But he was still pushing her away, still treating her like a burden that needed protecting.

Danielle took a deep breath. The icy air burned her throat but also cleared her head. She bit her lower lip hard and turned away from him. "I'm going to do what I think is right, and I don't need you telling me otherwise."

With that, she turned and continued walking forward.

Alexander watched her resolute back, his heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand. He knew his words had hurt her, but he had no other choice.

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