Chapter 159

Aurora secretly tried to ask Will about Daniel’s whereabouts.
Will wouldn’t say a word.
Given Daniel’s current mood, Will didn’t dare make any decisions on his own.
Aurora had no choice but to wait for him at North Manor.
He had to come home eventually.
It was one in the morning when Daniel finally returned.
His car rolled quietly into the driveway. Daniel unfolded his long legs and stepped out, moving with a cool, unhurried confidence.
“Mr. Chambers.” Aurora scrambled to her feet, but her legs had gone numb and she stumbled awkwardly.
Daniel didn’t spare her a glance. He walked right past her, unlocked the front door, and disappeared inside.
By the time Aurora hobbled over to the entrance, all that was left to greet her was the heavy, locked door.
She hesitated, then tried the keypad.
Incorrect code.
A rueful smile tugged at her lips-Daniel had changed the code.
Left with no other option, she sank down on the steps, knees drawn to her chest.
She didn’t know if thirty minutes or an hour had passed before she finally pulled out her phone and dialed his number.
On her second try, Daniel picked up. “What is it?”
His tone was clipped, giving nothing away, as if he had no idea why Aurora was calling.
Aurora softened her voice, trying to sound conciliatory. “You changed the code? Can we talk?”
She knew Daniel had a temper; she’d spent the whole evening steeling herself, determined to hold back her hurt, no matter what he said.
Daniel let out a cold, dismissive laugh on the other end. “We’re divorced, Ms. Quinn. You have no right to be here, and no right to ask me for anything.”
With that, he hung up.
Aurora gripped her phone tightly, understanding all too well that the vengeful Daniel was back.
She hugged her knees and stared into the darkness, feeling lost and adrift.
Aurora waited outside all night. At seven in the morning, Daniel emerged, impeccably dressed.
Without a word, he strode past her as if she were invisible.
Aurora hurried after him. “Just give me three minutes—please?”
Her only answer was the roar of his car engine and the lingering haze of exhaust.
Gritting her teeth, Aurora called a cab and headed straight to Chambers Group headquarters.
But she never made it past the lobby.
The receptionist was polite but firm. Without an appointment, there was no seeing Mr. Chambers.
Aurora resigned herself to waiting in the lobby.
Voices buzzed around her, full of speculation.
They wondered if she regretted the divorce-if she was hoping to become Mrs. Chambers again.
Aurora pretended not to hear. Compared to Payne’s health, none of that mattered.
After two hours sitting still, she finally stood to stretch.
A surprised voice interrupted her, “Aurora? What are you doing here?”
It was Eleanor.
Things between them were nearly irreparable, but Eleanor still put on a show of friendliness every time.
She murmured a few words to her assistant, then walked over.
With no outsiders around, Eleanor dropped the act.
“What are you doing here, Aurora?”
She arched an eyebrow, her voice edged with mockery. “Regretting the divorce? Hoping to get back together with Dan?”
Eleanor’s lips curled in a smirk. “You’re too late. Dan and Monica are getting engaged tomorrow night.”
Aurora dug her nails into her palm, forcing herself to keep her expression neutral.
Her reply was cool and even: “Then congratulations to them.”
She glanced toward the elevators. “I’m here for another reason.”
Eleanor didn’t buy it.
They were divorced. What else could Aurora possibly want, besides regret?
Just then, the receptionist’s respectful voice carried across the lobby: “Good morning, Mr. Chambers.”
Daniel nodded and headed for the exit. Follow current novels on
Aurora hurried after him.
Eleanor didn’t move, but called out in a syrupy voice, “Dan.”
Daniel’s steely gaze shifted from Aurora to Eleanor, and the tension in his brow eased a little.
“Eleanor.”
He didn’t even glance at Aurora.
Aurora drew a steadying breath. She’d known this would be difficult. Even though
her heart ached, she managed a smile.
“Dan, can we talk?”
She used his name, her tone warm, reaching for a connection that felt so far
away.