Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 43

Daniel walked over.

Aurora was in high spirits that evening.

She’d never felt inferior about her lack of formal training in perfumery, but receiving praise and acknowledgment from respected veterans in the field brought a different kind of validation.

She reflected on her three years at the Chambers Group. Wanting to avoid causing Daniel any trouble, she had always kept a low profile and rarely attended industry events.

Looking back, that felt like a real loss.

Still, it wasn’t too late to change things.

“Mr. Frost seems to be in a good mood tonight,” Daniel remarked as he sat down, his elbow brushing against Aurora’s.

They looked, for all the world, like a happily married couple.

Aurora subtly shifted, pulling her arm away just enough to create some space.

Warner, who had been quietly observing, offered a gentle smile. “What brings you over here, Mr. Chambers? Aren’t you worried about leaving Ms. Quinn unattended?”

In public, Daniel always kept his emotions tightly controlled, especially with Mr. Frost present.

Leaning back, Daniel draped his arm across the sofa behind Aurora, as if to envelop her in his embrace.

“Aurora is my wife. Naturally, I want to be by her side,” he replied, his tone calm but possessive.

Aurora maintained her polite, composed smile.

Mr. Frost glanced at Warner, then studied the couple across from him with a warm, teasing look. “You and Ms. Quinn are quite the pair, Mr. Chambers. Your affection for each other is truly enviable.”

He’d lived long enough to recognize genuine feeling at a glance—and Daniel’s feelings for Aurora were unmistakably different from how he treated anyone else.

A faintly sincere smile touched Daniel’s lips.

Changing the subject, Aurora steered the conversation to the topic of perfume. She and Mr. Frost exchanged ideas, with Warner occasionally chiming in, and the three found themselves caught up in lively discussion.

Daniel, unfamiliar with the world of perfumery, didn’t seem the least bit out of place. He twirled a strand of Aurora’s long hair around his finger, looking utterly at ease.

As the evening wore on, Mr. Frost’s enthusiasm only grew. He invited Aurora to view his private collection.

But what about next time? And the time after that? Would she always be able to pull herself out on her own?

Warner hoped she would leave Daniel.

Daniel’s lips curled in a dismissive sneer. “Aurora and I have been married for three years. It’ll take more than a few of Mr. Frost’s clever words to come between us.”

“But your so-called marriage is what’s draining the spirit out of her,” Warner shot back, his voice tight with frustration. He often wondered—if he had met Aurora first, he would have done everything in his power to support her, to see her go further in her career.

She deserved a future of her own, not just to play a supporting role to some man.

“She doesn’t love you,” Warner stated simply. “If you care about her at all, you’ll let her go and give her the freedom to live the life she wants.”

Daniel looked at him, cool and unimpressed. “So you think she’d choose you instead? What do you have to offer her that’s worth loving?”

He couldn’t believe Aurora would ever choose someone like Warner—a young upstart.

Warner rose smoothly to his feet, all charm and quiet confidence.

“Mr. Frost is my grandfather,” he said, with a hint of pride. “He’s devoted his entire life to perfumery—and you can see for yourself how much he values Aurora. That’s what I have to offer.”