Alexander shook his head. “It’s what I should be doing.”
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Danielle watched Alexander park the car smoothly in the villa’s garage, her fingers unconsciously toying with the seatbelt buckle. In the back seat, Niki was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open, her little head nodding, a faint trace of ketchup still on her cheek.
Alexander got out first and circled around to the back, opening the door with a practiced quietness. Niki’s eyes fluttered open. Seeing him, she became a little more alert, clutching the toy fry she was holding as she whispered, “Daddy.”
Danielle came over and gently lifted her daughter, wiping the smudge from her cheek. “You’re exhausted, aren’t you? Let’s get you upstairs for a bath, then it’s time for bed.”
She looked up at Alexander. “Are you heading back to your place later?”
Alexander glanced at his watch; the hands already pointed to ten. He lowered his arm, his voice calm. “No, I’m going back to the office to handle a few things.”
While he was having dinner with Niki, his phone had been on silent, face down on the table. Now, the screen was filled with unread work messages.
Danielle’s lips thinned slightly. She knew perfectly well that if Niki hadn’t been so eager, Alexander would never have taken the time for a fast-food dinner. The work piling up was most likely a result of this meal.
“Did your work pile up because you were having dinner with Niki?” she asked. “If you’re really swamped, I can help. I’ve worked on similar projects before.”
She paused, then added, “You can’t keep working these late hours. It’s not good for your health.” Not long ago, he had spent a solid week at the office, ultimately showing up to a project meeting with a low-grade fever, his face frighteningly pale.
But Alexander shook his head and reached out to take Niki from her arms. The little girl tensed for a second but didn’t dare struggle. “You get some rest. Taking care of Niki is tiring enough.” His voice softened. “I can handle the work.”
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