From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338 You Have No Right to Control My Life

Tyrone wore black slacks and a white shirt, the shirttail hanging loose and three buttons at the collar undone.

He looked exhausted, with dark shadows under his eyes, as if the world had worn him down.

He sat down carefully at the edge of the bed, every movement gentle and cautious.

He braced himself with one hand by Aella’s side and softly smoothed her long hair. “Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Aella pushed his hand away and struggled to sit up.

Facing Aella’s anger, Tyrone’s voice was almost absurdly gentle. “I made you something to eat. Do you want me to carry you downstairs, or bring it up for you?”

Aella replied coldly, “Tyrone, ever since you baked that blueberry cake for Zera, I decided I wouldn’t eat anything you make.”

The topic was suffocating.

Tyrone fought to control the ache in his chest and the sick feeling in his gut, forcing himself to calm down.

He fell silent for a moment, then looked up.

Looking into Aella’s eyes, he asked in a hoarse voice, “So you’re done pretending?”

Aella shot back, “Did you bring me here just to keep me locked up?”

Tyrone pulled the blanket over her legs. “No one will bother us here. Let’s both calm down and talk.”

Aella grew impatient. “There’s nothing for us to talk about, Tyrone. I want to go back.”

Tyrone’s tone remained gentle. “Promise me you won’t see Mason again, and I’ll take you home right now.”

They stared at each other.

Aella grabbed a pillow and threw it at Tyrone. “You have no right to control my life!

“Even if I end up alone forever, I’m never coming back to you!”

Tyrone sat at the edge of the bed, letting Aella hit and curse him.

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Chapter 338 You Have No Right to Control My Life

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When she was done venting, he bent to pick up the pillow from the floor.

Standing by the bed, holding the pillow, he asked quietly, “You really can’t forgive me?”

Aella met Tyrone’s gaze with unyielding resolve. “If I forgive you, how could I possibly live with myself?”

She said, “Tyrone, you dragged me here against my will. It’s not like I have any other choice. I’d rather die than ever forgive you.”

Tyrone struggled to keep himself in check, his fingers trembling as he gripped the pillow.

They stared each other down in total silence.

The silence between them stretched, tense and heavy.

Neither of them spoke for a long time.

After a long moment, Tyrone set the pillow down and left the room.

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