Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen 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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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.

Aella watched him go, then slumped onto the bed, drained.

This was Tyrone’s private island. Without his permission, there was no way for her to leave.

Her phone was in his hands; she couldn’t reach anyone outside.

Since it had come to this, she might as well use the chance to cut all ties for good and make him give up on her.

She lay on the bed, lost in her own thoughts. Tyrone came back, carrying a bowl of chicken

soup.

He glanced at her, then set the bowl on the nightstand. “I made you some soup. Eat a little.”

When Aella didn’t move, Tyrone bent to help her up.

Aella shoved him away, then turned her back to him and lay down again.

Tyrone knelt by the bed, bracing himself with one hand behind her.

He said, “You have low blood sugar. If you don’t eat, you’ll get sick.”

Still, Aella didn’t react. Tyrone forcibly turned her to face him.

Their eyes met, and Tyrone softened his tone, coaxing her. “Even if you’re mad at me, don’t mess around with your health. Eat something, or you won’t even have the strength to fight with

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Aella’s gaze was ice cold and distant. “Don’t flatter yourself, Tyrone. I’m not starving myself because of you. I just can’t stomach anything you make. It disgusts me.”

They stared each other down, and Tyrone slowly let her go.

Aella turned away, ignoring him.

He was losing control. His defenses were cracking. Her words hit right where it hurt, and his pride stung.

But he still didn’t really understand what he’d done wrong.

He just couldn’t stand being without her. It was all possessiveness.

Tyrone sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Aella for a long moment.

He finally said, “Aella, I’m going to ask you one last time. Are you going to eat or not?”

Aella lay quietly on the bed, her back to him, giving no answer.

Tyrone’s breathing grew heavier. Suddenly, he grabbed her and pulled her upright, holding her tightly.

Still sitting on the edge of the bed, he held her with one arm and brought the soup bowl to her lips with the other.

He tried to force–feed her. Aella clenched her mouth shut and struggled with all her strength.

The bowl slipped from Tyrone’s hand, spilling soup over both of them and crashing to the floor.

Aella turned to him and said, “Tyrone, I’d rather starve to death than eat anything you make!”

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