The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 291

The man sat there with an air of leisure and detachment, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Through the lenses, he fixed his gaze on her—so calmly, as if this were his own home.

Danielle felt a chill under that look. It unsettled her.

Niki was working on her homework at the coffee table. Hearing the door open, she immediately stood up. “Mom…”

Last time, her mother had told her never to open the door for anyone.

But this time, her father had said that Mom wasn’t feeling well, so he’d brought over some nourishing soup.

Niki thought he would just drop off the soup and leave. Instead, he came right in and made himself comfortable.

She didn’t know how to ask him to leave.

Danielle changed out of her shoes and walked in from the entryway, glancing at Niki. “Finished your homework? Then get to bed.”

Niki bit her lip and nodded, quietly gathering her books before heading to her room. She knew her parents probably had things to say that weren’t meant for children’s ears.

Once Niki was gone, Danielle finally turned her gaze on the man seated on the couch, her eyes icy cold.

Alexander spoke up first. “Sorry, I should’ve called ahead. But when I tried, you didn’t answer.”

Reflexively, Danielle checked her phone. Sure enough, there were several missed calls.

She didn’t know what to feel—her chest was tight with a thousand swirling emotions that had nowhere to go.

Drawing a deep breath, she said, “We’re divorced, Alexander. Whether or not I answer your calls, you shouldn’t be coming over.”

“I’ll leave after you drink the soup,” Alexander replied mildly. “Otherwise, I can’t explain it to my grandmother.”

Danielle’s brows furrowed. “Next time, just throw it out.”

She couldn’t fathom how Alexander could sit here so calmly, talking to her as if nothing had happened. Just yesterday, he’d poached someone from Ninesky’s team—right under their noses. And now he was acting like it was nothing.

Alexander’s expression didn’t change. “The soup is for your health—my grandmother insists, and she’ll want regular checkups, too.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll come by the house and pick it up myself from now on.”

Danielle felt a headache coming on. She looked at him, her gaze heavy. “Do you really think we can keep up this charade?”

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