Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 71

Grandma Grace seemed blissfully oblivious to the tension crackling between the two young men. With a cheerful smile, she urged everyone to take their seats at the table.

Aurora emerged from the kitchen, carrying a bowl and fork, immediately sensing something was off. She glanced from Daniel to Warner, searching their faces for any hint of what was wrong, but found nothing amiss. Odd.

Daniel served Aurora a piece of short rib, his voice calm and familiar, the way any husband might say, “Eat a little more.”

Aurora didn’t touch the meat.

Warner, not to be outdone, placed a shrimp on her plate. “After dinner, I’ll need you to come with me for another walk.”

Aurora nodded and ate the shrimp.

Daniel’s face instantly darkened. His displeasure was obvious to everyone, but no one seemed to care.

He excused himself, stepping outside with his phone for a couple of minutes.

When Daniel returned, Warner’s phone rang. Warner answered, his expression growing serious as the call went on. When he hung up, he shot Daniel a cold look.

Sensing trouble, Aurora asked quietly, “Is something wrong?”

Warner set his fork down and stood up in a rush. “Something’s come up at work. I have to head back.”

Aurora rose to see him out. As she followed him to the door, she remembered Daniel leaving with his phone earlier and a suspicion took root.

Outside, she asked, “Was it Daniel?”

Warner sighed. “It’s fine. I was planning to leave in the next day or two anyway. But could you do me a favor and keep an eye out for the woman I’m looking for?”

Warner hadn’t come just for inspiration. He was searching for someone—a woman with a prominent red birthmark on her face. But that was all he would say, never revealing more.

Aurora promised she’d do her best to help.

Warner gathered his things and left soon after.

Aurora lingered on the porch for a moment before turning to head back inside. Lost in thought, she didn’t notice someone behind her until she collided with a hard chest.

Aurora froze. They’d been married for three years—she knew exactly what that hungry look in his eyes meant. Especially with his body pressed so tightly against hers. She could feel every shift, every change.

He was…

Aurora’s face burned with both anger and embarrassment. “Daniel, if you’re feeling needy, go find someone else.”

Her voice came out in a low, trembling whisper, like a kitten trying to sound fierce. She was scared out of her mind, but still tried to put up a brave front.

Daniel lowered his head and caught her in a rough, hungry kiss, as if by devouring her, he could finally calm her defiance. If only they weren’t outside, he might not have held back at all. But even now, he wanted something from her.

Aurora refused to cooperate, so Daniel had to work for what he wanted. He didn’t take it too far—just enough to soothe his longing, to get a taste.

When he finally let her go, it was no surprise when her hand cracked across his cheek.

Her eyes were red, brimming with anger and unshed tears. She straightened her clothes with trembling fingers, then turned on her heel and stormed off—only, her legs betrayed her, wobbling beneath her.

Daniel reached out, catching her before she could stumble.