From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183 Midnight Mischief

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Sayer tilted his head and smirked, clearly trying to get on Tyrone’s nerves. “Nope. Aella said she likes it when I call her that.”

Tyrone had been waiting for days just to have dinner alone with Aella, and now the whole night was ruined.

All through the meal, he sat there stiffly, not eating or drinking, his face blank and unreadable.

When he finally managed to get the two guests out of the house, Tyrone and Aella were just getting ready for bed when Sayer called.

He said he’d had a nightmare, couldn’t sleep, and asked Aella to bring him some incense.

Aella dragged herself out of bed, went to the cabinet, and pulled out the custom blend she’d made for him.

But Tyrone was already standing in front of the closet, blocking her way.

Aella sighed and tried to stay calm. “Don’t look at me like that. He’s a patient. You have to treat patients like kids or seniors—they need patience and care.”

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Tyrone grabbed the incense from her hand, his jaw tightening. “You should rest. I’ll go take care of it.”

When Sayer opened the door and saw Tyrone standing there, he nearly had a heart attack. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Tyrone’s face was dark and unreadable as he stepped inside.

Sayer backed up nervously. “It’s the middle of the night! Why are you in my place?”

Tyrone’s voice was calm but icy, “I came to help treat your condition.”

Sayer’s eyes widened. “Man, don’t mess with me. I scare easily, and if I get traumatized, I’m blaming you,”

Ignoring him, Tyrone walked straight into the bedroom.

He set the incense sticks in a perfect circle around the bed and lit two white candles on the nightstand.

Then he went to the living room and flipped the circuit breaker, plunging the apartment into total darkness. Only Sayer’s room glowed faintly with candlelight.

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Sayer stared at the strange setup with the burning candles and swirling incense and almost lost it. “Why don’t you just bring in a couple of funeral wreaths while you’re at it?”

Tyrone patted the bed calmly. “Go to sleep.”

Sayer clutched the pillow Aella had given him and backed toward the doorway, terrified.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Sayer grabbed his phone, turned on the flashlight, and ran to open the door.

Aella peeked into the dark apartment. “Did your power go out?”

Sayer held on to her arm as they walked in. “No, your charming husband shut it off himself.”

When Aella spotted Tyrone, she frowned. “Why would you turn off his power? Turn it back on.”

Tyrone brushed Sayer’s hand off Aella’s arm, turned around, and flipped the switch.

Good thing I came when I did–another few minutes, and the whole room would’ve been choked with smoke.

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