From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325 Abandoned

Finniting

Tyrone opened Aella’s Instagram and gently brushed his rough fingertips across her latest selfie

on the screen.

Just then, Brad knocked and walked in.

Seeing Tyrone staring blankly at his phone, Brad sighed. “You’re at work, man. What’s so fascinating about your phone?”

When Tyrone didn’t respond, Brad leaned over to take a look. Tyrone quickly turned off the

screen.

Brad smirked. “What–are you waiting for her ceiling fan to break so she’ll call you to come fix it?”

Tyrone lifted his eyes and gave him a cold glare. “Did Keller Group go bankrupt or something? Why are you so free?”

Brad leaned casually against the desk, still grinning like a troublemaker. Then he pointed at the fruit knife in Noel’s hand. “Hey, what’s with the knife first thing in the morning?”

“Uh, I forgot my nail clipper, so … I used it to trim my nails,” Noel blurted out, making up an excuse on the spot before scurrying out of the office.

Tyrone stared wordlessly.

When Noel was gone, Brad’s expression turned serious.

“You probably already know who Mr. Cunningham’s new wife is, right?”

That weekend, on the day of the Cunninghams‘ party, Aella went to the supermarket near her neighborhood early in the morning to buy some groceries.

To her annoyance, she ran into Tyrone.

He was dressed sharply in a tailored suit, and he approached her with a cautious tone. “Aella, I need to talk to you.”

Aella’s voice was cold. “Talk? What’s there to talk about? Tyrone, I have nothing to say to you.”

She set the box of salt back on the shelf and turned to leave.

Tyrone, clutching his stomach from a dull ache, quickly blocked her way. “Please, I really need to talk to you. Just a few minutes.”

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Chapter 325 Abandoned

Aella looked him straight in the eye. “Tyrone, I don’t want to see you, and I don’t want to hear a word from you. Whatever’s going on in my life has nothing to do with you. If you really want to help me, stay away from me. Got it?”

Their eyes met, hers calm but firm. Tyrone’s already pale face turned even whiter.

When he didn’t move, Aella pushed him out of her way.

Tyrone stumbled and fell hard to the floor.

The burning pain in his stomach made him grimace in agony. He instinctively grabbed Aella’s ankle. “Aella my stomach hurts.”

Aella glanced down at him, her eyes unreadable. Then she shook off his hand and stepped right over him.

She paused for a moment, her back to him. “Mr. Winter, you don’t have a stomachache–you just need to calm down.”

Without another word, she walked away.

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