Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 136

He couldn’t possibly keep his eyes on her every second. Nor could he truly lock her away at home forever.

So he was left with only one option—the very thing she despised most.

But he couldn’t see himself as the villain; all he wanted was to keep her by his side.

Aurora gazed quietly at her reflection in the mirror.

All she saw was the face of a worn-down, bitter woman—someone who had given in to fate.

Expressionless, she sat there, shoulders heavy with resignation.

Daniel finished drying her hair, then asked the maid to bring up some ginger tea—a warm, soothing remedy for the chill.

He half-expected Aurora to protest, to push the cup away in silent defiance.

But she said nothing at all. She simply took the tea and drank every drop.

Daniel’s heart soared. At last, a small truce. Maybe, just maybe, things would get better from here.

He let hope take root, bent down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, and whispered, “Get some rest.”

Aurora lay down and closed her eyes.

Daniel watched her for a moment, then switched off the bedroom light and disappeared into the bathroom.

Under the dim, amber glow of the bedside lamp, Aurora gripped the blanket with trembling hands.

After his shower, Daniel went downstairs to have the maid apply some ointment to his back before returning to the master bedroom.

When morning came, Aurora lay awake for a long while before slowly sitting up, combing her long hair with absent, delicate fingers.

Beside her, Daniel stirred and sat up as well. The silk of his pajamas slipped from his shoulder, releasing the faint scent of medicine into the air.

Aurora got out of bed without a word about the smell. She went about her morning routine, dressed, and left the bedroom.

Daniel’s eyes clouded over.

He stood, and a wave of dizziness hit him—a sudden reminder that something wasn’t quite right. His body felt hot, and the wound on his back itched unbearably.

He grabbed his phone and called the family doctor, describing his symptoms.

“You’re probably dealing with an infection. I’ll be right over,” the doctor replied.

Daniel got ready and headed downstairs. Aurora was having breakfast, eating slowly and with studied grace.

He lingered on the staircase, watching her for a long moment, his gaze dark and turbulent, emotions hidden beneath the surface.

Daniel felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over his heart—it went cold to the core.

When he’d returned with the scent of medication on him, she hadn’t so much as asked a question.

Now, with his wound being treated in plain sight, she still said nothing.

Her indifference was absolute.

That brief glance—she might as well have been looking at a stranger, not her husband.

In the background, the doctor was instructing the maid on how to apply the medicine.

Daniel clenched his fist.

“Go ask Mrs. Bennett to come down,” he said coldly to the maid.

Aurora had just stepped into the study, about to pick out a book from a teetering stack to pass the time, when the maid appeared at the doorway.

“Mrs. Bennett, Mr. Bennett would like to see you downstairs.”

Aurora didn’t bother to look up. “I’m not coming.”