From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390 A Talk With Him

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Aella knew exactly what kind of man stood in front of her. Beneath that flawless face was a heart as cold as stone and a mind sharper than a blade.

While she stayed silent, Tyrone’s eyes lingered on her.

She had just graduated. The simple summer dress hugged her waist and fell softly to her knees. Her hair, long and smooth like silk, was tied back into a ponytail.

Even without makeup, her skin was flawless, her features delicate, almost unreal—like a delicate doll someone was afraid to touch.

Tyrone stood on the street below her, the streetlight painting his figure in shades of gold and shadow.

He looked up at her and asked quietly, “We were supposed to get the license today. Why did you walk away?”

His tone was cautious, unsure, almost pleading.

Aella frowned, her brows knitting together.

If she told him the truth–that he’d destroyed her life once and didn’t deserve another chance -he’d think she’d lost her mind. He’d probably call the asylum.

She steadied her voice. “Tyrone, we’re not equals. Your family’s full of men who think power makes them gods. If I married into that, I’d be chewed up and spit out.”

Tyrone said quickly, “I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Aella gave a faint smile, cold as frost.

He was the one she feared most.

She crossed her arms. “We might be broke now, but I still deserve a proper proposal. Don’t you think?”

Tyrone’s expression darkened. His voice grew steady. “Then tell me what I did wrong. everything. I’ll make it right.”

He meant it. Every word. He would fix whatever it took to keep her.

Aella’s heartbeat slowed. Something about him felt wrong tonight.

Tell me

He was usually proud, distant, too composed to beg. This wasn’t the Tyrone she remembered.

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Once Cast on Wite, Now Untouchable Queen

Chapter 390 A Talk With Him

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Aella knew exactly what kind of man stood in front of her. Beneath that flawless face was a heart as cold as stone and a mind sharper than a blade.

While she stayed silent, Tyrone’s eyes lingered on her.

She had just graduated. The simple summer dress hugged her waist and fell softly to her knees. Her hair, long and smooth like silk, was tied back into a ponytail.

Even without makeup, her skin was flawless, her features delicate, almost unreal–like a delicate. doll someone was afraid to touch.

Tyrone stood on the street below her, the streetlight painting his figure in shades of gold and shadow.

He looked up at her and asked quietly, “We were supposed to get the license today. Why did you walk away?”

His tone was cautious, unsure, almost pleading.

Aella frowned, her brows knitting together.

If she told him the truth–that he’d destroyed her life once and didn’t deserve another chance -he’d think she’d lost her mind. He’d probably call the asylum.

She steadied her voice. “Tyrone, we’re not equals. Your family’s full of men who think power makes them gods. If I married into that, I’d be chewed up and spit out.”

Tyrone said quickly, “I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Aella gave a faint smile, cold as frost.

He was the one she feared most.

She crossed her arms. “We might be broke now, but I still deserve a proper proposal. Don’t you think?”

Tyrone’s expression darkened. His voice grew steady. “Then tell me what I did wrong. Tell me everything. I’ll make it right.”

He meant it. Every word. He would fix whatever it took to keep her.

Aella’s heartbeat slowed. Something about him felt wrong tonight.

He was usually proud, distant, too composed to beg. This wasn’t the Tyrone she remembered.

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Could he have come back too?

No. That is impossible.

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