The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1146

Kirsten froze, surprised to see him here.

She walked over quietly and knocked on his office door.

Gian looked up. A flicker of surprise crossed his face when he saw her, followed by a faint smile. “What’s our esteemed heiress doing at the office in the middle of the night? Here to inspect the troops?”

Kirsten walked to his desk and pulled up a chair.

Her gaze fell on the stream of data on his screen. “What are you doing here? Bad mood?”

Her tone was direct, without any beating around the bush.

Gian’s movements paused for a second before he resumed as normal, closing the program he was testing.

He looked at Kirsten, his voice tinged with a teasing note. “I’m not that fragile, am I?”

It was just a hopeless relationship that had ended. It wasn’t enough to make him fall apart and hide in the office to lick his wounds.

Kirsten shrugged noncommittally. “Who knows.”

“You catch me here once and you’re already jumping to conclusions?”

Gian smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I just find it’s quieter at night, better for handling complex work. Data testing requires a high level of concentration, and it’s too noisy during the day.”

“Is that so?”

Kirsten looked at him. “You’re just good at hiding it.”

“How could you not be hurting after losing someone you truly loved?”

She knew Gian too well. He always buried his emotions deep, using work to numb himself and pretending nothing had happened.

But the loneliness in his eyes couldn't be faked, and the forced composure couldn't hide the disappointment in his heart.

Her words hit a nerve, and the smile on Gian’s face faded.

He was silent for a few seconds, offering no rebuttal.

“How about we just get married to each other? We could get them off our backs and find some peace and quiet.”

The words were spoken lightly, like an offhand joke, but Kirsten’s heart inexplicably started to beat a little faster.

She wasn’t sure why she’d said it. Maybe it was the late-night mood, or a genuine desire to escape the endless parade of blind dates.

Or maybe, seeing Gian looking so down, she felt a pang of kinship.

Gian was stunned as well. He stared at Kirsten, clearly not expecting such a suggestion.

Under the lamplight, the curve of her profile was soft, and her eyes held a hint of almost imperceptible anticipation, though it could have just as easily been a joke.

He looked at her, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. “A marriage alliance? Miss Delaney, are you sure you want to tie yourself to someone who just got his heart broken?”

“What’s so bad about it?”

Kirsten arched an eyebrow, her tone still teasing. “You’re reliable and competent. I wouldn’t be getting the short end of the stick in a deal with you.”