Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 135

An hour later.

In the study.

Daniel peeled off his white dress shirt, exposing a latticework of bloody welts across his back.

The family doctor moved with calm efficiency, cleaning and bandaging the wounds before reminding Daniel not to get them wet.

“How is she?” Daniel asked, his voice low.

“I’ve given her something for the fever. She’s asleep now.”

The doctor packed up, left a jar of ointment and a roll of gauze on the desk, and quietly saw himself out.

Thunder rumbled overhead.

Rain crashed down outside, streaking the windowpanes with silver. Daniel stared at the rivulets running down the glass. No matter how polished the surface, the rain always left its mark.

A bitter, silent smile twisted his lips. His relationship with Aurora felt just like this summer storm—furious, unstoppable. And the cracks between them were like the trails on the glass, impossible to erase.

By eleven, the rain had eased.

Daniel left the study and headed for the master bedroom.

Suddenly, voices rose from downstairs. “Ma’am—!”

His heart lurched. He dashed down the staircase.

Aurora had already thrown open the front door and run out into the rain.

The cold, heavy drops pelted her feverish skin like needles. She hesitated only a moment before someone seized her from behind in a fierce embrace.

“Aurora!” Daniel’s voice was muffled by the downpour as he clung to her. “Where are you going?”

“Let me go!”

Aurora beat at his arms, but he held her fast, his grip iron-strong, refusing to yield.

He dragged her back, anchoring her in place.

Her anger boiled over—her nails raked his hands, drawing blood.

But Daniel wouldn’t let go. Desperation roughened his voice as he pleaded, “Aurora, please—come back inside with me. Please, just listen.”

A maid hurried over with an umbrella, but both of them were already soaked to the skin.

Daniel shot her a cold, warning glare, and she fell silent immediately.

He caught Aurora’s wrists, then swept her up and carried her inside. “Aurora, we’re going home.”

Aurora’s last hope crumbled. There was no escaping him.

Warm water cascaded over her in the shower, chasing the chill from her skin, but her sobs wouldn’t stop.

Daniel lingered at the bathroom door, every muscle tense, his wounded back throbbing and itching. His complexion was ghostly pale.

When the shower finally stopped, Aurora stepped out.

Daniel masked every trace of his pain and gently pulled her close, toweling her hair with quiet care.

“Aurora, don’t do this to yourself,” he murmured, his tone tender but edged with warning. “Don’t make Grandma worry.”

Aurora met his eyes in the mirror, seeing only coldness and resolve in her husband’s face. “So what?” she croaked—her throat raw and aching.

Daniel’s grip tightened slightly. His words were soft, but his meaning clear. “As long as you’re Mrs. Chambers, Grandma will be taken care of. I promise you that.”

He didn’t want to threaten her. But he couldn’t bear to see another night like this.