Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen 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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Chapter 39D A Talk With Him

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She studied him carefully, biting her lip.

Could he have come back too?

No. That is impossible.

If he had, he’d be on his knees, begging for forgiveness, not standing here pretending to be calm.

Aella’s tone was firm. “I’ve decided. I’ll pay back every cent I owe you. I’ll move out of your house. The wedding’s off.”

The light between them flickered, stretching their shadows far apart.

Tyrone didn’t move. His dark eyes stayed locked on hers.

He lifted a hand, slowly reaching for her, but she tucked her hair behind her ear, pretending not to notice.

His hand fell back to his side, and his chest tightened. Fear was spreading all across his body.

His voice came out softer. “You promised me, Aella. Why are you backing out now?”

He hesitated, his throat dry. “Did I hurt you somehow? Is it something I did?”

The night air pressed between them like a weight.

Aella stood on the curb, looking down at him. He looked up, his expression tense, eyes searching hers.

His voice trembled slightly, full of caution, and that alone made her defensive.

She asked evenly, “Have you done anything that should’ve hurt me?”

Their gazes locked. Neither of them blinked.

For a second, Tyrone’s shoulders eased.

He was just imagining things.

If Aella had remembered the past, she wouldn’t be here speaking to him.

She would’ve told him to stay the hell away and cut him out for good.

She wouldn’t have just walked away in silence at the City Hall.

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Tyrone’s eyes flickered, a storm of thoughts behind them.

He couldn’t let her know he remembered everything from his previous life.

If she found out, there’d be no way to explain himself.

If she knew what he’d done, she’d never give him another chance.

This secret would go to the grave with him.

He forced a calm tone. “At the photo shoot, you didn’t say a word and just left. I thought I did something wrong. That’s why I asked.”

Aella looked him over.

His face was composed, his eyes downcast. She couldn’t read him at all.

Maybe she was overthinking.

If Tyrone had really come back from the dead and relived his life, he’d be desperate, not steady.

She straightened her back. “I just graduated, Tyrone. I’m still figuring out my life. Your father and grandfather already think I’m beneath you. I’m not spending my days bowing to people who look down on me.”

Tyrone’s body loosened, his shoulders dropping with relief.

So that was it.

He met her gaze. “I know my grandfather and father said some ugly things to you last week. Forget about them. Their opinions don’t matter. Once we’re married, you’ll still live the way you do now. You’ll just be living with me,”

Aella stared at him, her eyes sharp. This isn’t the guy I know.

He had never been this patient, this soft. He’d always been cold, always untouchable.

Tonight, he was someone else entirely. Maybe he just felt humiliated.

She’d walked out of City Hall in front of everyone, and now she was calling off the wedding. That had to have cut his pride deep.

She exhaled slowly, her eyes cooling. Yes. That was all it was.

He was just trying to keep his family’s reputation up. His reputation, too. He needed the wedding to happen on time.