From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393 His Move

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She was probably just playing him again. The same old game she’d always played. She wanted him to chase her, to confess, to prove that he still cared.

He’d been too impatient. That was on him.

He should’ve given her the kind of proposal women dream about. Flowers, candles, something beautiful.

He should’ve made her believe she was the only one.

Two nights later, Aella treated Daniel to dinner as a thank you. He’d helped her with the auction house and even landed her an internship at Hill Hospital.

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It was almost nine when they stepped out of the restaurant. The night air was cool and quiet. Just as Aella was about to say goodbye, Brad’s car pulled up, and he jumped out in a rush.

“Daniel, hey,” he said quickly before turning to Aella. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

Daniel gave a polite nod. “I’ll let you two handle it.” Then he walked away.

Aella just wanted to go home.

But Brad insisted Raine was waiting for her in one of the private rooms at the Regal Club. Before she could say a word, he was already leading her inside.

The moment she stepped in, the heavy smell of alcohol hit her.

Raine jumped up from the couch, waving. “Aella! Thank God you’re here. We were just hanging

but Tyrone’s had too much to drink.”

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Aella’s eyes narrowed. Tyrone was lying on the couch, completely still.

Brad and Raine exchanged a glance. Raine grabbed her bag and hurried out.

Brad rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Sorry about this. He’s been calling your name nonstop. His suite’s upstairs. You two are almost married anyway, so … maybe just stay with him tonight?”

Before Aella could reply, he slipped out and shut the door behind him.

Aella let out a slow breath and sat down beside Tyrone.

She knew exactly how much he could drink. No one ever got him drunk.

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And he never went to places like this.

Drunk?

Calling her name?

Not a chance.

She flexed her fingers and gave his shoulder a hard shove.

No reaction. Her gaze sharpened. She reached lower, grabbed a handful of skin near his thigh, and twisted.

His brows twitched, and a faint grunt escaped him.

Aella stood up, her face calm and cold.

In an instant, his hand shot up, catching her wrist.

She stared down at him and flung his hand away. “Done faking?”

Tyrone’s eyes met hers, dark and unreadable.

He pushed himself up slowly, voice low and husky. “I really did drink too much.”

So he’d left his brains behind somewhere.

Tyrone blinked, unsure. She wasn’t yelling?Not even mad?

This time, she wouldn’t let things fall apart again. Not for her. Not for him.

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