Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206 Tyrone Returns Suddenly

Victor’s gaze

held approval. “When you’re free, come to Webster Manor and pick a sports car”

Sayer grinned. “Clyde, go study in Euravia for college. I’ll cover the tab.

Brad chuckled. “He’s got me. Quit fussing.”

Clyde piped up, sugary sweet. “Three big bros, eat and drink well–and if you get tipsy, we’ll all crash on the floor with me.”

While the men chatted, Aella stared laser–focused at her cards.

Sayer said, “Aella, Clyde’s back to school tomorrow–no one to fetch our tea. I’ll hire you another housekeeper, yeah?”

Before he finished, the doorbell rang.

Emma opened up. “Mr. Tyrone, you’re back.”

Tyrone rolled in a suitcase—and froze at the sight of a living room full of men playing poker with Aella.

He stared them down. Half a month away, and his home had turned into a “casino.”

None of them expected him either; they all looked like they’d seen a ghost.

Aella held the eight of spades.

Feeling Tyrone’s stare drilling into her, she tossed it down and murmured, “All in.”

Tyrone’s hand tightened on the suitcase handle, eyes glued to Aella.

He didn’t see her for over two weeks–she didn’t even come grab his coat–and she still had the mood to play poker.

Sensing the temperature drop, Emma hurried over to take his suitcase. “I’ve got it, sir.”

The

guys… kept drawing cards.

Tyrone handed off the coat, changed into slippers, and stepped to Aella’s side. His on Clyde.

eyes

landed

He asked Clyde, “How’d last week’s exams go?”

Clyde snorted, turned his back, and plopped beside Brad.

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Aella tugged Tyrone’s sleeve. “That’s my parents‘ lane. Don’t.”

Tyrone dragged his gaze from Clyde back to her–his face was… not great.

He said, “Get up. I’ll play a couple rounds for you.”

She slapped her hand over her cards. “No. I finally drew a good hand.”

She’d been losing all afternoon; she was not quitting on a winner.

Sayer, who’d once lost a fat sum to Tyrone on a cruise, shot to his feet.

“Not with me, you won’t.”

Brad shook his head, too. “Playing Aella is hanging out. Playing you is gambling. Hard pass.”

If Tyrone sat down, they’d get cleaned out.

Victor rolled his cigarette between his lips, long fingers tapping the table, eyes narrowed. “I wouldn’t mind a little skills match with Mr. Winter.”

Seeing where this was headed, Aella looped her arm through Tyrone’s and steered him toward the bedroom. “Emma’s cooking your favorites. Go shower and change, then come eat.”

He stopped at the doorway, eyes cutting back to the table.

He grumbled, “Cooked for me, huh?”

Aella pasted on a smile. “Of course. Dinner’s for you. I invited them to keep you company.”

They held each other’s eyes–her smile thin, his face dark.

She nudged him into the bathroom and hustled back to the table.

Brad said to Victor, “You should move into this building. Easier to get a game going.”

Sayer cut in, “No vacancies. Only the 18th floor, and that place is bad luck. Can’t move in.”

Victor, cigarette between his lips, tapped his slender fingers on the table, eyes narrowed.

“For others, the 18th floor is haunted. For me, it’s the reaper collecting debts. Bad luck doesn’t apply to me.”

Brad grinned. “Then move in and keep the spooks away. Be our building’s talisman.”

The three men chatted; Aella silently counted cards, all business.

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Victor sighed and pushed his hand forward. “All in.”

Aella’s mouth flattened; her eyelids drooped in defeat.

Tyrone emerged; Brad swept his cards in. “Let’s eat.”

Aella briskly pushed Victor’s wheelchair–Tyrone slid in first. “I’ve got it.”

Clyde beat him to it, gripping the handles and rolling Victor toward the dining room.

Watching them bunch up in the doorway, Tyrone asked Aella, “Since when is Clyde this tight with them?”

She answered without much heat, “You were away, they came to play poker, and that’s how they met.”

Tyrone’s face gave nothing away.

He said to Aella, “Your game’s lousy, but your addiction isn’t. How much did you lose?”

Aella grinned sheepishly. “We’re playing ten a point. Not much.”

His look said he didn’t buy it. “Those three ‘play for fun‘ at a million a wind, easy. You sure they’re charging you ten bucks?”

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I can’t beat them at cards, but I can balance the books. Don’t underestimate me.”

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