The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1260

All that remained was a softness he had never shown before, like jade soaked in warm water, so gentle it seemed it could melt. He raised his hand, his fingertips brushing against Danielle’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear. His touch was feverishly hot.

“You’ve been through a lot,” Alexander said, his voice raspy.

Danielle looked at him, tears welling up again, but she just smiled and shook her head.

Leaning against the doorway, Sammie watched the scene with a knowing look. He checked his phone, read a message from his subordinate, and said in a low voice, “The decoy worked. The pursuers have been led in the opposite direction. The police are also investigating. We’re safe for now.”

With that, he quietly closed the door, leaving the two of them alone in the warm space.

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Alexander’s fever raged through the night, finally breaking the next morning. Propped up against the headboard and covered with a thick blanket, he was still pale but seemed much more alert.

He watched Danielle at the table, where she was carefully organizing the handwritten evidence list. She was wearing an oversized men’s shirt—one Sammie had found for her—with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing slender, pale arms. Her profile was calm and focused, her long lashes fluttering as she occasionally rubbed her tired eyes.

Watching her, a faint smile touched Alexander’s lips.

For years, he had tried to shoulder everything alone, to shield her from the filth of his world, from the dangerous schemes and conflicts. He thought he was protecting her, but he never realized that his actions had created such a deep misunderstanding between them, causing her so much pain.

He was silent for a long moment before he spoke, his voice hoarse but clear.

“Danielle.”

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