The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1329

After their final run, the group headed back.

Danielle held Niki's hand while Alexander trailed behind, keeping a watchful eye on Raffy. They made their way toward the resort, chatting and laughing.

Kirsten and Gian lingered at the back of the pack. They were both dusted with powdery snow and their noses were cherry red from the cold, but neither made a move to break the silence.

An undeniable, heavy romantic tension lingered in the air between them; even the sound of the wind rushing past seemed to carry a certain sweetness.

"So..."

Kirsten was the first to speak, reaching up to tuck a stray piece of windblown hair behind her ear. She kept her eyes glued to the snow beneath her boots. "Thanks for earlier. You kept me from wiping out completely."

Gian turned his head to look at her. The warm glow of the streetlights highlighted the soft curve of her jawline.

He couldn't help but smile, his voice dropping into a smooth, resonant timbre. "Why are you thanking me? Taking care of you is my job. Friends or not, we are legally husband and wife."

"Who says we're a real married couple?" Kirsten shot him a mock glare, her face heating up. "It was just a practical arrangement to get our families off our backs."

"A practical arrangement?" Gian raised an eyebrow, slowing his pace to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with her. "Well, Ms. Delaney, what if we tried making this fake marriage of ours a reality?"

Kirsten stopped dead in her tracks, feeling as if something had violently collided with her chest, leaving her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.

She looked up, diving straight into Gian's intense, profound gaze. His eyes were swimming with a mixture of raw sincerity and playful teasing, making it utterly impossible for her to tell if he was joking.

"You..." Kirsten stammered. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

Gian chuckled softly. He reached out to brush the snow off her shoulder, his fingertips intentionally grazing the sensitive skin of her neck and sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

"I'm not talking nonsense."

Just as the words left his mouth, a shout interrupted them.

"Kirsten! Gian! Hurry up! We're getting dinner!"

Niki and Raffy yelled from up ahead.

Kirsten seized the interruption like a lifeline. "Coming, coming!"

Refusing to meet Gian's eyes for another second, she marched ahead, her pulse still racing at breakneck speed.

Gian watched her practically flee from him, the amusement in his eyes deepening.

He rubbed his jaw, a confident, predatory smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

By the time they returned to the suite, the kids were exhausted, collapsing onto the sofa and demanding baths.

Danielle and Alexander were busy digging through bags for pajamas, so Kirsten and Gian dragged their luggage upstairs to the guest room.

The moment they pushed open the door.

Their eyes landed on the massive king-sized bed. Bathed in the warm, ambient light of the room, it suddenly looked incredibly intimate.

"I'm taking the sofa,"

Gian announced first, dropping his suitcase next to the couch. "It's big enough. It shouldn't be too uncomfortable."

Kirsten looked at him, instantly gripped by guilt. "You don't have to do that."

She murmured, "The bed is huge. We can share it."

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