The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1120

Everything was exactly as it had been when she left, as if time had stood still in this place.

Hearing the door open, Danielle turned to face Alexander, her expression complex. "Have you been living here this whole time?"

Alexander closed the door and hung his coat on the rack. "Yes," he said flatly.

In truth, he rarely stayed here. Most of the time he was busy, sleeping at the company or a temporary apartment. He only came back here when his emotions were in extreme turmoil, as if being in this space, filled with her presence, could offer his tense nerves a moment of relief.

Danielle’s gaze fell on the wedding photo. In it, they stood side by side, their smiles gentle, their eyes full of hope for the future. But reality had twisted and turned, leading them to where they were now.

She looked away and held out her phone. "The data's here. I think a few of the parameters are off, and I wanted to confirm them with you."

Alexander took the phone, walked over to the sofa, and sat down to review the information. The living room was silent, the screen's glow illuminating their faces in the dim light.

Danielle sat down across from him, her gaze instinctively drawn to him. His face was still pale, the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced than they had been during the day, and a deep, unshakeable weariness was etched into his features. She thought of what Kirsten had said, of what Rebecca had once let slip about his condition, and her heart tightened with an unnamed anxiety. She had sensed something was off from his tone in the text message, and seeing him like this now only deepened her concern.

Alexander quickly finished reviewing the data and pointed out a few problems. "The margin of error here is too large, and this parameter doesn't match the initial settings. It needs to be recalculated."

His tone was professional and calm, as if he weren't the same exhausted man from moments before. Danielle took out a notebook and carefully jotted down his points. The atmosphere between them reverted to that of colleagues, marked by a deliberate, careful distance. But only they knew that beneath that distance lay a storm of unspoken feelings and tangled attachments.

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