Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 23

Aurora offered a faint smile, swirling the porcelain spoon through the dark, herbal broth.

The housekeeper could tell her mistress was in a somber mood and chose not to say another word, slipping quietly out of the room.

After finishing her breakfast, Aurora changed and headed out to see Una.

Una’s studio sat right in the heart of downtown, where every square foot was precious. Thanks to her sharp design sense and instinct for trends, Una’s clothes were in high demand—her appointment book was filled for the next six months.

Getting even a sliver of her time wasn’t easy.

Once Aurora’s measurements were done, she helped Una pack up orders for customers picking up their clothes.

By the time their work was finished and they’d shared a meal together, night had already fallen.

Stepping out of the restaurant at seven, Aurora spotted a sleek black sedan gliding out of a parking spot and stopping at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Daniel’s handsome face, tinged with fatigue.

Aurora’s heart skipped—what was he doing here?

Was he here to pick her up?

She tried to read his intentions as she asked, “Did you want to grab dinner?”

Daniel had come because he couldn’t reach her.

She hadn’t answered his calls or replied to any of his messages.

Worried something had happened, he’d had someone check on her whereabouts and come in person.

Of course, he wouldn’t tell her any of this—not while she was prone to flare up at the smallest provocation these days.

If Aurora knew he’d come out of his way for her, she’d probably be even more upset.

He kept his expression cool, his low voice calm as he replied, “Just passing by.”

As expected.

Aurora silently mocked herself for getting her hopes up.

Her emotions settled, she said goodbye to Una and got into the car.

After a few minutes of driving, Daniel finally broke the silence. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

She’d been told to rest after her miscarriage, and before that, the first trimester of her pregnancy had kept them apart; it had been nearly four months since they’d been together, and Daniel’s desire was almost palpable.

Her pale wrists were pinned to the blue pillowcase, dark hair fanned around her face.

Daniel’s throat worked as he held her tightly, fingers interlaced with hers.

Aurora struggled, trying to push him away.

But her resistance was little more than a caress to Daniel—tingling, electric, impossible to ignore.

She couldn’t break free. Frustrated, she lashed out, demanding he leave, but Daniel was uncharacteristically patient and gentle tonight. He caught her hands, guiding them over his body, never ceasing his kisses.

No matter how harsh her protests, no matter how hoarse her voice became, she couldn’t withstand the intensity of his need.

He’d gone without her for months, and now every touch was desperate, hungry—yet he was still careful, mindful of her recovery.

When it was over, Aurora barely had the strength to curse him for his shamelessness. She let herself be gathered up in his arms and carried to the shower.

Afterward, she collapsed bonelessly on the sofa, eyes half-lidded, still flushed and drowsy. She watched Daniel, bare-chested and lean, stripping the bed and replacing the sheets, droplets of water rolling down his skin and disappearing into the towel knotted at his waist.