Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 40

That question was completely unnecessary.

Still, she had no intention of letting Daniel’s wild suspicions cause trouble.

“It’s the CEO of Olfactor,” she replied.

Olfactor?

Daniel recognized the name, and a suspicion began to take root in his mind.

Aurora didn’t bother hiding the truth. “He invited me to join his company.”

“I went to see it. It’s not a huge operation, but it’s solid.”

“I said yes.”

The gentle look in Daniel’s eyes gave way to a chill. “I don’t approve.”

Aurora paused, momentarily taken aback. She had never intended to ask for Daniel’s approval on this—she was only informing him, not seeking his opinion.

“Daniel, you gave Eleanor my position at the firm. I need to find something for myself.”

Daniel pressed his lips together, his tone frosty. “I can take care of you, you know.”

No respectable socialite in their world ever needed to take a job.

Aurora stared out the window, her expression cool and distant. Daniel could afford to support ten women like her, but so what?

Their marriage had been drained of feeling long ago.

If one day Daniel finally decided it was time to end things, she’d need to survive on her own.

Relying on a man? She’d rather rely on herself.

Daniel’s fingers tapped against his knee, then stilled. “You could always come back to work at the company.”

Aurora gave a soft laugh and turned to look at Daniel, her gaze steady. “And what about Eleanor?”

“You could be vice director,” Daniel said flatly.

He thought this arrangement was more than fair. “Eleanor would handle the research, and you’d have a comfortable position—take time off whenever you want.”

Aurora almost laughed out loud in disbelief. In Daniel’s mind, her desire to work was just a way to pass the time, not because she actually loved perfumery.

“I’ve already agreed to work with Warner,” she said, refusing his plan.

She had no intention of playing second fiddle to Eleanor.

Turned the other, it pierced Daniel.

Either way, they both bled—neither of them could escape the pain.

They drove back to North Manor in silence.

Aurora went straight upstairs to the study.

By the time Daniel entered, she had already packed away all her books—two large boxes filled with texts on fragrance and perfumery.

“Why are you packing everything up?” he asked.

Aurora closed the last box, her expression cold and calm. “I’ve found a place of my own. I’m moving out.”

She had planned to leave for some time.

She’d only delayed because she hadn’t found the right place and then twisted her ankle, putting things on hold.

Now she had a new home, a new job. There was no reason to stay.

Leaving Daniel was exactly what she wanted.