From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 401

Once Cast–Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen

Chapter 401 First Experience

The second Tyrone took a bite, his face twisted like he’d swallowed a mouthful of lava.

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He started coughing, his eyes watering. Aella grinned. “If it’s that bad, you don’t have to prove anything.”

Tyrone’s pride kicked in. He frowned and forced the bite down anyway.

He coughed harder, grabbing his chest.

His gaze darted around the table, desperate for water.

Miriam rushed to pour him a glass. Clyde jumped up, holding out his own. “Here, Tyrone, take mine!”

Warren stood too, worried. “Tyrone, you know you can’t handle spice. Why listen to Aella? Don’t let her goad you into it.”

Aella was doubled over laughing, watching him suffer.

Miriam passed over her cup, but Tyrone reached for Aella’s instead and took a long gulp like a man dying in the desert.

Aella shot him a look out of the corner of her eye.

Warren patted his back. “Let me order something mild for you.”

Tyrone flinched when the pat landed. A sharp hiss slipped through his teeth.

Warren frowned. “What was that?”

yrone s ook his head. “It’s nothing.”

Warren didn’t push it and waved the waiter over to order a plate of plain shrimp. Aella ca that tiny twitch in Tyrone’s shoulders.

She knew exactly what that meant.

Yes, he managed to settle the matter quickly.

However, he hadn’t just been scolded for her calling off the wedding. His father and grandfather must have taken it out on him.

Same as before. Same as their last life. He did the same thing for Zera.

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Chapter 401 First Experience

She turned away, pretending not to notice, and kept peeling her shrimp.

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Tyrone put on a pair of plastic gloves and quietly started peeling shrimp for her instead.

Miriam, always the motherly one, called to the waiter. “Bring some aglio olio for Tyrone. He’s got a weak stomach.”

The waiter nodded and left. Clyde stood when the new dish came. “Put the mild shrimp here by my brother–in–law.”

Warren swapped Tyrone’s shot glass for a can of beer. “You’ve got work calls. Don’t drink too much.”

Across the street, a black luxury car sat idling under the streetlight. Virginia and Ralph were watching their son sharing a moment with the Reids.

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