The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 155

Alexander took the seat beside her.

He glanced at Danielle's notepad with mild indifference. She had been transcribing the press conference word for word, without any attempt to process or summarize the information.

"Do you understand any of this?" His voice broke the silence.

Danielle frowned, shifting in her chair so he couldn't see her notes anymore.

Millie, sitting nearby, stifled a smile. "She's obviously here to help Mr. Atwood take notes."

No way an undergrad would grasp all this technical jargon. That explained why Danielle jotted everything down verbatim, never adding a single thought of her own.

When Alexander saw Danielle turn away, he gave a faint, amused smile but didn't say anything more.

On stage, Keegan happened to catch the exchange—Alexander leaning in to speak, Danielle deliberately turning her back, shutting him out.

Keegan's eyes darkened. She wasn't even trying to hide her disdain for Alexander anymore.

Once the presentation ended, Danielle wasn't sure when Alexander and the others had left. The conference hall buzzed with people, the air growing thick and stifling.

She stepped into the corridor to get some fresh air.

No sooner had she reached the hallway than she spotted Alexander a short distance away, leaning against the railing, cigarette in hand.

It struck her how rarely she'd seen him smoke. In all their years of marriage, he'd almost never lit up in front of her.

Alexander noticed her, too. His gaze was distant and cold as ever; after the briefest glance, he looked away and took another drag, making no move to greet her.

Danielle inhaled deeply. Last night, back at their apartment, she'd planned to bring up the divorce. But the atmosphere had been too awkward—she'd lost her nerve.

Now, she forced herself to walk toward him.

He stubbed out his cigarette as she approached, casually brushing ash from his sleeve. "Something you need?"

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