From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 413

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 413**
**Chapter 413: Aella’s Birthday Surprise**

Tyrone stood tall and striking, his noble demeanor drawing the eyes of everyone around him. There was an undeniable magnetism to him, a presence that made it impossible for passersby to look away.

As Aella walked beside him, the two of them formed a captivating pair, like a painting come to life.

Ignoring the envious glances thrown their way, Aella pushed through the overpowering fishy odor that permeated the market, her determination guiding Tyrone as they navigated through the bustling stalls in search of her desired ingredients.

In a moment of distraction, Tyrone stepped into a puddle, his polished leather shoes now marred by the dark water. He instinctively reached for a tissue, bending down to wipe away the evidence of his misstep. But as he caught sight of Aella animatedly haggling with a vendor, he paused, tucking the tissue back into his pocket.

Aella glanced ahead, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Let’s check over there! There might be better deals,” she suggested, her voice filled with hope.

Tyrone nodded in agreement, his heart swelling at the thought of spending more time with her. She had invited him along to help her purchase seafood, and he was already over the moon about it. What reason could he possibly have to complain?

Even if it meant wandering the market all day, he would gladly do so, as long as she wanted him by her side.

Unbeknownst to Aella, Tyrone’s mind was a whirlpool of thoughts.

She was laser-focused on her mission, searching for someone in particular.

In her past life, Zera had meticulously orchestrated an accident during Tyrone’s junior year of college, ultimately positioning herself as his savior.

It was a family affair, with everyone in Zera’s household contributing to the elaborate scheme.

At this point in time, the Caldwells were already familiar with Tyrone, which was a stroke of fortune for Aella.

Her memories flickered back to Zera’s sister-in-law, Daphne, who owned a seafood stall in this very market.

Back then, both Zera’s brother and Daphne were struggling to find stable employment, working together at the stall.

They might not recognize Aella yet, but Tyrone would certainly be a familiar face to them.

After only a brief walk, Aella’s keen eyes zeroed in on Daphne, who was chatting with a customer.

Tyrone watched as Aella ventured deeper into the market, seemingly oblivious to the wet ground beneath her feet.

He halted, gently grasping her hand. “Hey, there are plenty of stalls here. I don’t think it’s a good idea to go further in. It’s pretty dirty,” he cautioned, concern lacing his tone.

Aella playfully yanked her hand away. “Oh, right! I forgot—you’re the pampered heir who’s never experienced a place like this. Why don’t you wait in the car? I can handle this myself,” she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Tyrone didn’t push back. “I’ll just walk with you a little longer,” he replied, his voice steady and unwavering.

As Aella approached a stall, Tyrone discreetly pulled out his phone, sending a quick text.

Before she even reached the stall, Daphne’s warm voice greeted her. Aella approached, her demeanor casual, as if this was a perfectly ordinary encounter.

She crouched down, pointing at the spiny snow crabs nestled in the box, asking about their price.

But before Daphne could respond, Aella’s gaze shifted, landing on Tyrone as he approached, concern etched on his face.

He moved beside her, gently helping her to her feet. “The ground’s wet, be careful,” he advised softly, his eyes filled with warmth.

Aella stood up, her attention now fixed on Daphne and her husband, Julian Caldwell, who both wore expressions of shock and disbelief.

Just as she had anticipated, they recognized Tyrone instantly.

Aella felt a thrill of excitement bubble within her.

She shoved him again, her voice dripping with disdain. “Your sister is utterly useless. I warned her not to mess things up back then. She should have married that Winter guy first and sorted everything else out later. But she refused, and now she’s ruined a perfect opportunity!”

“No way. I’m calling Zera right now,” she snapped, her frustration boiling over.

Unable to contain herself, Daphne spun around and rushed into the depths of the market.

Meanwhile, outside the stall, Aella noticed that Daphne and Julian had yet to return. A satisfied smile crept across her lips.

She and Tyrone made their way back to the car, the air between them charged with unspoken excitement.

In a soft voice, Tyrone broke the silence. “You still haven’t answered me. Can we celebrate our birthdays together this year?”

Their eyes locked for a brief moment, and Aella’s heart fluttered.

Without hesitation, she nodded. “Don’t worry. We’ll definitely celebrate our birthdays together this year.”

A slow smile spread across Tyrone’s face, one that was hard to conceal. Aella calmly buckled her seatbelt, her mind already racing with plans.

She intended to return to the market and stir the pot just a bit more.

By the time their birthday party rolled around, the “surprise” she had in store would be nothing short of spectacular.

Once home, Aella plugged in her phone, her heart racing with anticipation.

The first thing she did was send Tyrone the money for the seafood, her mind racing with possibilities and plans for the future.

As Tyrone stared at the transfer on his screen, his expression darkened, a mix of surprise and concern crossing his features.