The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 152

Before they were married, an accident had left them in the same bed.

To this day, Alexander believed it had all been her scheming and seduction.

Now, confronted with a similar situation, Danielle was nervous he'd get the wrong idea—that she was trying to seduce him again.

But the man looked calm as ever, betraying no suspicion, and didn't even glance her way. Without a word, he strolled into the walk-in closet, grabbed a fresh change of clothes, and headed for the shower.

He didn't seem interested in talking to Danielle, much less explaining why he'd come home so late to sleep.

Danielle didn't care to ask.

The moment she heard the water running, she slipped back to the guest bedroom, changed into her pajamas, and went to bed.

The next morning arrived before she'd even managed to fall asleep.

Julia knocked on the bedroom door, calling her down for breakfast.

Danielle had no desire to share a meal with them in the marital home. After washing up, she went to wake Niki.

As they headed downstairs, they ran into Alexander, who was just stepping out of his study. He looked as though he hadn't slept a wink all night.

Niki spotted her father and greeted him politely, "Good morning."

Alexander gave Danielle a cool glance. "Let's have breakfast together. I'll drive Niki to school afterward."

He hardly ever offered to drive the kids himself.

Niki's eyes lit up with hope, but she didn't say anything.

"That won't be necessary," Danielle said flatly. "I'll take Niki myself."

She took Niki's hand, picked up the clay vase they'd made, and left.

Alexander didn't stop them.

Raffy came downstairs a bit later and discovered Danielle and Niki were already gone. To make matters worse, the breakfast table didn't have a single thing he liked. Pouting, he grumbled, "I told her exactly what I wanted for breakfast, and she didn't even bother to make it. So unfair…"

Alexander looked up at him, his voice cold and sharp. "Who spoiled you into thinking you can throw a tantrum over breakfast?"

Raffy bit his lip, his grip tightening on his fork.

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