Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 405

405 Ghost Hunting

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Pearls

It didn’t matter whether Aella liked someone else or not–Tyrone had no plans to give her up.

That evening, Aella met two college friends who were visiting from out of town. She reserved a booth on the first floor of the Regal Club..

While waiting for them, she ran into Brad.

The moment she saw him, she remembered how he and Clyde had tricked her into going to the Winters‘ private airport last time.

Brad pretended not to see her and tried to slip away, but Aella grabbed his collar and shoved him back into the seat.

She knelt on the couch, pinning him down, and smacked him across the face again and again. “Finally caught you, huh?”

Aella didn’t hold back at all. “It was bad enough you lied to me for your buddy, but you even used my brother! You’ve got no conscience!”

Brad covered his head and face. “Okay, okay, I was wrong! I swear it won’t happen again!”

Only when he begged for mercy did Aella stop hitting him.

Brad quickly pulled out his phone, using the camera as a mirror to fix his messy hair. “I’ve told you a hundred times–don’t hit a guy in the face! Or the head!”

Aella straightened his jacket. “Well, I’d hit your butt instead, but you wouldn’t let me.”

Just then, a middle–aged man dressed way too “sexy” for his age walked past.

Aella and Brad both gave him a look, then turned back to each other and started whispering and laughing.

A moment later, Aella waved to her two friends from across the room.

Brad took the chance to leave.

Not far away, Tyrone stood in the shadows, his face dark, watching the scene.

His sharp eyes moved between Aella and Brad again and again.

Treat her right?

Care about her?

Someone mysterious?

Tyrone’s chest tightened with a heavy, bitter feeling.

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About ten minutes later, Tyrone was upstairs in a private room with a few friends when Brad walked in.

Brad came straight over, patted his shoulder, and asked, “When’d you get here?”

Tyrone turned his head slightly, holding his glass, and stared at Brad in silence.

Brad frowned, confused. “Dude, what’s with that look?”

Tyrone said quietly, “Are you really my friend?”

The whole room went still.

Brad glanced around awkwardly, then looked back at Tyrone. “What the hell are you talking about? You sound crazy.”

Tyrone shook his head. “It’s nothing.” Everyone relaxed after that.

When the others left, Tyrone didn’t.

Brad noticed and stayed behind, too.

Once they were alone, Tyrone suddenly asked, “Why haven’t you gotten engaged yet?”

Brad leaned against the bar, giving him a wary look. “Even my grandma doesn’t pressure me about that. You think you can?”

Tyrone pressed again. “Is there someone you like?”

Brad froze, glancing nervously at the door before clutching his chest like his secret had been exposed.

How the hell did he notice? I hid it so well!

Tyrone sat quietly on the couch, studying Brad’s shifting eyes. Brad looked guilty as hell. Tyrone’s expression darkened.

When they stepped out of the club, they happened to see Aella walking her two friends to their

car.

Tyrone pushed Brad aside and went over to her. The faint smell of alcohol hit him as he spoke. “You’ve been drinking. It’s not safe to walk home. I’ll get a cab for you.”

Aella glanced at him, then looked toward Brad.

Brad could tell something was seriously off with Tyrone tonight.

He grabbed Aella’s arm and whispered, “I’ll take you home. I actually need to talk to you about something.”

Aella cleared her throat and said to Tyrone, “It’s fine, Tyrone. You go ahead. Brad’s taking me home.”

Tyrone’s face turned even darker as he watched them lean close, whispering to each other before getting into a cab together.

Around midnight, Brad was humming a tune as he got off the elevator–until he froze.

Tyrone was standing right outside his house, wearing dark pajamas, staring straight ahead.

Brad nearly jumped out of his skin. “Jesus, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Are you insane?”

Tyrone’s voice was low. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d have a drink with you.”

Brad sighed and opened the door. They walked in one after another.

Brad grabbed a bottle of whiskey and sat in the living room. “The wedding’s canceled. Why’d you even move in here?”

Tyrone didn’t answer. His eyes scanned the whole place slowly, like a radar sweeping for signs of life.

Brad frowned. “What are you doing, man? Ghost hunting?”

They locked eyes for a few seconds before Tyrone sat down.

Taking the glass Brad handed him, Tyrone said calmly, “I’m thinking about sending Raine abroad for a few years. What do you think?”

Brad blinked. “What? She’s doing fine at Vleka University. Why would you send her overseas all of a sudden?”

Tyrone looked up at him. “Aunt Lara wants to introduce her to a nice young man. If she studies abroad, they’ll have a chance to get to know each other.”