From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206 Tyrone Returns Suddenly

Victor’s gaze

held approval. “When you’re free, come to Webster Manor and pick a sports car”

Sayer grinned. “Clyde, go study in Euravia for college. I’ll cover the tab.

Brad chuckled. “He’s got me. Quit fussing.”

Clyde piped up, sugary sweet. “Three big bros, eat and drink well–and if you get tipsy, we’ll all crash on the floor with me.”

While the men chatted, Aella stared laser–focused at her cards.

Sayer said, “Aella, Clyde’s back to school tomorrow–no one to fetch our tea. I’ll hire you another housekeeper, yeah?”

Before he finished, the doorbell rang.

Emma opened up. “Mr. Tyrone, you’re back.”

Tyrone rolled in a suitcase—and froze at the sight of a living room full of men playing poker with Aella.

He stared them down. Half a month away, and his home had turned into a “casino.”

None of them expected him either; they all looked like they’d seen a ghost.

Aella held the eight of spades.

Feeling Tyrone’s stare drilling into her, she tossed it down and murmured, “All in.”

Tyrone’s hand tightened on the suitcase handle, eyes glued to Aella.

He didn’t see her for over two weeks–she didn’t even come grab his coat–and she still had the mood to play poker.

Sensing the temperature drop, Emma hurried over to take his suitcase. “I’ve got it, sir.”

The

guys… kept drawing cards.

Tyrone handed off the coat, changed into slippers, and stepped to Aella’s side. His on Clyde.

eyes

landed

He asked Clyde, “How’d last week’s exams go?”

Clyde snorted, turned his back, and plopped beside Brad.

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Aella tugged Tyrone’s sleeve. “That’s my parents‘ lane. Don’t.”

Tyrone dragged his gaze from Clyde back to her–his face was… not great.

He said, “Get up. I’ll play a couple rounds for you.”

She slapped her hand over her cards. “No. I finally drew a good hand.”

She’d been losing all afternoon; she was not quitting on a winner.

Seeing where this was headed, Aella looped her arm through Tyrone’s and steered him toward the bedroom. “Emma’s cooking your favorites. Go shower and change, then come eat.”

“For others, the 18th floor is haunted. For me, it’s the reaper collecting debts. Bad luck doesn’t apply to me.”

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