Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 49

10 p.m.

Eleanor came to see Daniel.

Not wanting to listen to the two of them exchange syrupy declarations of love, Aurora found an excuse to slip out of the hospital room.

“Aurora still hates me,” Eleanor pouted, as usual.

Her emotions had been all over the place that evening, and she realized she could no longer keep her composure when it came to this new version of Aurora.

“That’s just her temperament,” Daniel replied, his tone calm.

But Eleanor caught the difference.

Before, Daniel had always sounded a little impatient—there was a hint of frustration whenever Aurora acted up. Now, there was something else in his voice, a kind of resigned fondness, as if he’d decided to let her be.

“Aurora’s caught Mr. Frost’s eye. I know I should be happy for her, but I can’t help feeling left out. I just asked her about their relationship, but she told me my tears were disgusting.” As Eleanor spoke, her eyes reddened, her voice thick with grievance and disappointment.

Daniel frowned. That did sound like something Aurora would say.

“She said that in front of him, too. You know how he always worries about me—he didn’t even wait for an explanation before running after her.”

“I dragged you into this, Dan.”

Daniel had never been able to bring himself to scold Eleanor. She’d always been gentle by nature.

“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.”

He pressed his fingers to his brow, lost in thought, then asked, “Did your father always dislike Aurora?”

That slap had landed with real force.

If it had actually hit Aurora’s face, she’d be sporting a nasty bruise.

He felt a pang of guilt and relief, grateful that he had stepped in to protect her.

Eleanor hesitated, unsure what Daniel was thinking. After a moment, she answered softly, “I don’t think he ever disliked her. It’s just that Aurora’s always resented growing up out in the country.”

“She thinks we all owe her something.”

Daniel let the matter drop, shifting the conversation to work.

Downstairs.

He let go of Aurora’s wrist and turned to the elevator.

Aurora hurried after him. “Why did you come downstairs?”

Daniel let out a derisive huff, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Did I interrupt something?”

Aurora fell silent. She knew Daniel was angry—after all, he’d overheard Warner offering her a divorce lawyer.

A Chambers marriage was not something to be discussed by outsiders.

Back in the hospital room, Daniel lay down on the bed.

Aurora hesitated, then stepped closer to ask if he was feeling unwell.

Daniel’s mood was foul; he glared at her.

“Well, thank you for remembering I’m the patient here.”

For a split second, Aurora wondered if Jordan’s slap had actually knocked something loose in his brain.