The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1434

Pausing in the street, Harold looked up. "Remember this, Alex! Penang isn't your city. If you don't leave, you're going to die here!"

"I'll make you beg for the end!"

With that threat hanging in the air, he melted into the shadows of the night.

Standing by the shattered window, Alex stared into the darkness, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned a bloodless white. A suffocating wave of fury radiated from him.

A drop of blood slid down his jaw and fell onto his shirt, leaving a stark crimson stain, but he didn't even notice.

"Mr. Davidson, are you okay?" Chen and Lin rushed into the room, their eyes locked on the blood on his face.

"I'm fine," Alex wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, his voice like absolute zero.

"Mobilize everyone. Tear this city apart if you have to, but find him."

"Yes, Boss." They nodded sharply and rushed out to coordinate the sweep.

The bedroom was a war zone. Furniture lay in ruins, shards of glass and porcelain littered the rug, and the metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air.

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Alex cleaned himself up.

He was leaning against the bathroom doorframe when Dani FaceTimed him.

A nasty, purple bruise had already formed on his jaw, and the scrape near his collarbone throbbed painfully. He hurriedly pulled on a bathrobe, pulling the lapels tight.

Swiping the screen, he declined the video and switched it to a voice call, intentionally lowering his voice to mask the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. "Why are you up so late?"

Dani paused, her voice thick with sleep. "I saw how late it was over there. I just wanted to make sure you arrived safely."

She had called on a whim before falling asleep, just wanting to see his face, but the abrupt switch to a voice call made her chest tighten inexplicably.

Even though they had been growing closer since reuniting, there was still an invisible wall between them. They hadn't fully healed the rift.

Years of distance and unspoken misunderstandings had stripped away their ease with one another. Physical intimacy was a distant memory. Hearing him so casually mention being in the shower felt jarringly foreign.

He was never this careless about his privacy around her, nor would he typically use such a flimsy excuse to avoid looking at her.

The rush of the water sounded staged, like a panicked cover-up.

Her grip on her phone tightened. The words were trapped in her throat, and she didn't dare ask. She just sat in heavy, breathless silence.

When she didn't respond, Alex spoke up.

"Dani, do you want me to turn the camera on?"

The question hung in the air, swallowed by the sound of the running faucet and the quiet, heavy breathing connecting them across the ocean.