The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 120

Danielle lowered her eyes and slipped away to the bathroom to tend to the fresh burn on her chest.

She stared at the angry red blotch just above her collarbone in the mirror. Even the softest brush of fabric sent sharp pain shooting through her skin. She pressed her lips together, brow furrowed—there wasn't much she could do right now.

She'd just have to wait until after the summit to pick up some ointment.

Meanwhile, in the garage, Gian met with two secretaries, exchanged a few words, and left behind his business card.

Danielle had to admit, when it came to networking, he was a natural.

After the summit, Gian offered Danielle a ride home. On the drive, he glanced over and immediately noticed the red mark near her collarbone.

"You're hurt?"

Her hand paused on the seatbelt, but she managed a small, dismissive smile. "It's nothing. Just a little burn—I wasn't paying attention."

"Make sure you put some ointment on it when you get home."

The burn was obvious enough that even Gian had spotted it without much effort.

Danielle gave a bitter little laugh.

Alexander probably noticed too, she thought, but decided she deserved it and simply didn't care. He hadn't missed it—he just chose to ignore her.

"Do you want to get it checked at the hospital? Tomorrow's the official launch of the new system. It's going to be a tough day," Gian said, a note of concern in his voice.

He was worried about whether she'd be up for it physically.

Danielle had been with Ninesky for almost a month now. As lead designer, she'd spearheaded the development of a new system—a breakthrough that finally solved the robotic arm's precision issues in space and extended a satellite's data-gathering capabilities while in orbit.

Tomorrow, all the sleepless nights would be put to the test.

"If you need, we could postpone the trial for a day so you can rest."

Danielle shook her head. "I'll be fine."

She was eager to finally see the results of her work in action—to prove the long days and nights hadn't been for nothing.

—

The next morning.

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