Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 34

Daniel’s POV.

I stepped out of the car and adjusted my suit jacket, taking in the grand estate before me. Christiana Davis sure knew how to make a statement. The mansion screamed wealth and power–something I’d expected, but it was still impressive seeing it in person. The sheer size of the place, the manicured lawns, and the towering gates–it was like stepping into another world.

As I made my way to the door, two bodyguards intercepted me. They were built like walls, staring down at me with cold, assessing eyes.

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“Who are you?” one of them demanded, his voice rough, almost like gravel.

I offered a polite smile, keeping my tone friendly but firm. “I’m a friend of Ms. Davis. She’s expecting me.”

The other guard raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Name?”

“Daniel Brooks,” I replied, meeting their eyes confidently. I could see the doubt flicker in their expressions as they processed. my name. One of them stepped aside and made a quick phone call. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but it was short, and when he hung up, his entire demeanor shifted.

“Right this way, Mr. Brooks,” the first guard said, his tone now more respectful as he gestured for me to pass

I gave a nod of thanks and continued toward the front doors, which swung open almost immediately as I approached. Two more guards were stationed there, but they didn’t say a word, simply stepping aside to allow me entry. The moment I crossed the threshold, I couldn’t help but be wowed by what I saw.

The inside was even more opulent than the exterior–luxurious chandeliers hanging from high ceilings, marble floors polished to a mirror–like sheen, and exquisite artwork lining the walls. Christiana’s taste was immaculate. Every inch of this place screamed elegance and power, just like the woman herself.

was still taking it all in when a butler appeared as if from nowhere. He gave a slight bow and motioned toward the living room. “Please, have a seat, Mr. Brooks. Ms. Davis will

you,” I said, following him to a plush sofa. I barely had time to sit down when I heard the patter of small feet and turned to

to reach me, his eyes shining with recognition.

her voice

their small arms around me in a tight hug. I laughed,

course we do!” Emma beamed up at

that,” I said with a chuckle,

that reminded me of someone

smart–sharp as nails- and there was no denying the striking resemblance they bore to their father, Mr. Alexander Williams Alistair. I’d done my research, of course. You don’t get involved with someone like Christiana Davis without knowing who’s in

her voice full of

answer, but before I could, a presence made itself known at the top of the grand staircase. I looked up. and there she was–Christiana Davis, descending the stairs with all

elegant, form–fitting dress that accentuated her figure without being overt. The deep emerald color made her skin glow, and her hair was styled perfectly, falling over one shoulder. There was a quiet confidence in the way she moved, but it was the small, welcoming smile on her face that made me feel like the ground beneath

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Davis,” I said, offering a smile that I hoped

guarded. “Thank you,

the bottom of the stairs, feeling a bit out of my depth. This woman was in a league of her own, and here I was, trying to play

couldn’t ignore the subtle tension that hung in the air. Christiana was polite, but there was a guardedness to her, like she was carefully weighing every word. I could see why–this wasn’t just any date; it was a

who were still watching us intently. She knelt down, her voice gentle as she spoke to them. “Ethan, Emma, I’ll be going out with Mr. Brooks

handle it. There was a flicker of something in her