The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1177

The moment Danielle’s warm palm covered Alexander’s cold hand, he froze. Almost instinctively, his fingers tightened, holding her hand firmly in his. The warmth was scorching, intense, spreading through his veins to every part of his body, gradually relaxing his tense nerves.

Danielle looked up, a gentle smile gracing her lips, her eyes sparkling. “It’s all going to be okay.” Just four simple words, no flowery prose.

Looking at her smiling face, Alexander felt a sense of peace settle over him. She represented everything good in the world, and she rarely smiled at him like this.

“I’ll come with you from now on,” Danielle said, her voice still soft. It was a statement, not a question.

Alexander’s grip on her hand faltered, the pressure of his fingertips loosening. “You don’t have to force yourself.” He knew how agonizing the treatment was and didn’t want her to endure it, nor did he want her making decisions out of pity or a sense of duty.

Danielle met his gaze. “How is this forcing myself? I’m not like you, always putting on a front.” She knew Alexander all too well. He always buried his emotions, desperately wanting to get closer but deliberately keeping his distance because of his own reservations.

Alexander’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He opened his mouth but found himself at a loss for words. Danielle’s statement was like a key that had effortlessly unlocked his carefully constructed defenses, leaving him exposed.

He remained silent, but his grip on her hand unconsciously tightened again, as if clutching a long-lost treasure.

A nurse came in to go over some post-treatment instructions, and they slowly let go of each other’s hands. As Alexander stood up, he felt a wave of dizziness, and Danielle instinctively reached out to steady him. The gesture was so natural, so seamless, it was as if the chasm between them had never existed.

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