Chapter 324 Not Breathing
The butler spoke respectfully, “Mr. Tyrone, Mr. Edwin asked me to bring you back home.”
When Tyrone kept staring at the gate of the Reid Residence without moving, the butler reminded him again, “Dr. Reid already called Mr. Edwin. She’s not coming down to see you. Please, Mr. Tyrone, let’s go.”
Tyrone clenched his phone tightly, his eyes fixed on the lit window upstairs for a long moment. Then, without a word, he turned and got into his car.
It was close to midnight when Tyrone finally returned home, reeking of alcohol.
He stumbled into the bedroom. The sight of the clean room and the gray–and–white bedding instantly sobered him
“Emma!” he barked.
Emma, who had been sleeping in the maid’s room, quickly got dressed and rushed over.
Tyrone pointed at the bed. “Who told you to change this?”
Startled by his anger, Emma stammered, “Mr. Tyrone, Mrs. Winter used that bedding before she left. You’ve kept it all this time without letting anyone wash it. Yesterday, Mrs. Winter came by and told me to replace it.”
Tyrone rubbed his aching head and snapped, “Put it back. Now.”
He went into the bathroom while Emma hurried to replace the bedding with the freshly washed set that Aella had once used.
Later that night, Tyrone lay on the large bed, wearing a dark robe, staring blankly at the ceiling.
His hand reached instinctively toward the space beside him. His heart clenched painfully, as if crushed by invisible hands.
No matter how many times he rolled over or searched, he couldn’t find even a trace of Aella’s scent on the bed anymore.
Turning to his side, Tyrone hugged the blanket tightly, his mind replaying scenes from when they had just gotten married.
Aella had once told him that the new–Corantia style bedding made it hard for him to sleep and that the gray–and–white color scheme felt lifeless.
When he was away, she secretly replaced all the bedding in the house,
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Chapter 324 Not Breathing
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That night, he made her switch everything back.
But Aella stood her ground. She said the country–style bedding felt fresh and calming, close to nature, and would help case his insomnia.
He was on a business call then and only gave her a cold reply. “If bedding could cure insomnia, no one would need doctors.”
He could still remember the hurt look on her face.
Yet when he came out of the study later, the bedding had already been changed.
Aella had ignored his coldness. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed against him. playfully, asking if he’d eaten dinner and whether she should make him supper.
Back then, she truly loved him.
But now… she didn’t even want to see him.
She’d once promised to hold his hand for life, never to leave him. Yet now she wouldn’t even give him one more chance to make things right.

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