From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270 Silence

When he thought back to the choices he had made, Tyrone was filled with regret.

When his eyes met Aella’s cold gaze again, he completely fell apart.

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The corners of his eyes were red, and when he stood up, his movements were clumsy and

uneasy.

“If you’re not going to eat, then let’s just go,” he said quietly.

By the time they walked out of the restaurant, neither of them looked happy.

They had planned to spend the weekend together, to try and get along.

But it had only turned into another long stretch of silence.

They stood on the sidewalk by the street, the evening air heavy between them.

Tyrone stared blankly at Aella, realizing for the first time that things between them could never go back to the way they were.

They were no longer a normal couple.

Aella broke the silence. “Go get some rest. We have to be at the courthouse early tomorrow.”

As she turned to leave, Tyrone lost control and pulled her into his arms.

The streetlight stretched its shadows long across

the

pavement.

He held her tightly, unwilling to let go, his face buried against her shoulder to hide the panic in his eyes.

“Stay with me a little longer,” he murmured.

Aella tried to pull away, but couldn’t. So she gave in and nodded.

Late that night, they walked through the downtown street market hand in hand.

Tyrone walked slowly, but Aella’s pace was quick and impatient.

He remembered how it used to be–he always walked fast because of his long legs, and she’d have to jog to keep up, laughing and telling him to slow down.

Now he had slowed down, learned to wait for her.

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Chapter 270 Silence

But she was the one who wanted to hurry to the end.

They’d walked this same street countless times since they were young.

Many of the vendors even knew them by name.

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Tyrone stopped in front of a small stall and asked, “Want me to get you a couple of hair ties?”

Aella shook her head.

A few steps later, he asked, “How about a cup of bubble tea?”

Aella shook her head again.

They walked a bit more. Then Tyrone stopped once more.

“Still early,” he said softly. “Want to sit down and make something at the craft booth before heading home?”

She shook her head again.

So they just kept walking, stopping, and walking again.

No matter what Tyrone asked, Aella only shook her head.

By the time they reached the end of the street, Tyrone had lost count of how many times she’d done it.

She hadn’t said a single word.

He finally stopped and placed his hands on her shoulders, his voice rough and low.

“Aella … can you please say something?”

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