Alexander didn't spare Danielle a single glance—not even as he left for the conference room with Millie and Mr. Hawthorne. It was as if they were strangers passing in a crowded street, invisible to each other. Maybe Alexander hadn't even noticed she was there; then again, even if he had, he wouldn't have looked her way. That was simply the nature of their relationship—strangers sharing a name on paper and nothing else.
Everyone knew Alexander was married, but no one had ever actually seen his wife.
"You okay?" Gian asked, picking up on the shadow that crossed her face.
Danielle shook her head lightly. "I'm fine."
She was long past being surprised by this kind of treatment.
Gian didn't press her further.
He'd known Danielle for years and understood her tenacity. Once she set her mind on something, nothing could sway her—whether it was her career or her heart. When she loved, she loved without restraint, giving everything of herself, holding nothing back. She'd poured herself into loving Alexander, and after discovering Raffy was Millie's son, she'd willingly stepped in to help raise him.
Danielle sacrificed without hesitation for what she believed in, always going to extremes with her devotion. That was also why, in her previous life, she'd fallen so hard. Only after her daughter paid the ultimate price did Danielle finally realize that all the love in the world couldn't reach a man who didn't love her back. No matter how much she gave, it would always be for nothing—a futile effort, like drawing water with a sieve.
Loving someone without limits only leads to heartbreak.
"Gian." Dr. Zachary called out, waving him over. "I heard you're heading up the new project at the institute. How's the recruiting going?"
Gian led Danielle over to join him.
Dr. Zachary gave Danielle a quick once-over. "And who's this?"
"My protégé, Danielle," Gian introduced. "She's also known as Sophia—the one who designed the Verdphoenix X7."
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