From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 462

**Obsidian Dawn 462**
**Chapter 462: Jealousy’s Bitter Taste**

Raine’s eyes sparkled with excitement once more.

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“Listen up, everyone! You won’t believe what happened at Anna’s salon today. It was a complete disaster! And her niece? She got absolutely pummeled. Can you believe she actually went after Vivienne?”

On the couch, Tyrone remained silent, his thoughts consumed by a singular, nagging worry—Daniel was spending the night with Aella.

Irritation bubbled within him, prompting him to rise abruptly. “You two keep chatting. I’m going home.”

Upon arriving home, Tyrone found himself pacing like a caged animal in front of the expansive windows, the city lights twinkling like stars. His phone buzzed incessantly as he opened Aella’s chat window repeatedly, yet words eluded him, slipping through his fingers like sand.

He fought against the turmoil churning in his chest, desperately trying to quell the unease that had taken root within him.

As he exited Aella’s chat, something on Daniel’s social media feed caught his eye, slicing through his composure like a knife through flesh.

There it was—a simple gift bag set against the backdrop of a night sky, shadows of trees casting an eerie silhouette around it.

The caption was succinct. “Goodnight.”

Tyrone’s heart sank; he recognized that bag immediately. Aella had designed it herself, a custom creation for her handmade aromatherapy oils.

His grip on the phone tightened, anxiety coursing through him as he retreated to his study.

He opened his laptop, but the words on the screen blurred together, refusing to make sense.

Later, in the solitude of his bedroom, he lay on the bed, the image of Daniel’s post echoing in his mind.

Frustration boiled over, and he decided he couldn’t remain idle any longer. He dressed hastily and stepped out into the night.

When Aella’s phone rang, she hesitated, the seconds stretching into an eternity before she finally made her way downstairs.

Tyrone opened the passenger door for her, his breath visible in the cold air. “It’s freezing out here. Get in, and let’s talk.”

Aella paused, her expression unreadable. “No need for that. We can have our conversation right here.”

Their gazes locked, and Tyrone felt an irresistible urge to close the distance between them.

He fought to summon a smile, but the words remained trapped in his throat.

He knew he had no right to feel this way.

Seeing the tension written all over Tyrone’s face, Aella decided to break the silence. “Tyrone, is something bothering you?”

Tyrone’s eyes flicked away, avoiding her gaze. “My mom’s been unwell lately and keeps asking about you. How about coming over for dinner tomorrow night?”

Noticing Aella’s hesitation, he quickly added, “My grandfather and father won’t be there, just us.”

The mention of Virginia’s illness seemed to sway Aella, and she nodded in agreement without a second thought.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow evening,” Tyrone said, his tone hopeful.

Aella shook her head gently. “No need to go out of your way. I’ll come by myself.”

After her words hung in the air, an awkward silence enveloped them.

Aella broke the stillness, her voice soft yet firm. “If there’s nothing else, I should head back upstairs now.”

As she turned to leave, a sudden impulse surged through Tyrone. “What do you think of Daniel?”

Aella halted, the question hanging heavy between them.

This was the crux of Tyrone’s visit, the real reason he sought her out.

Turning back to face him, Aella replied candidly, “Daniel comes from a good family—he’s capable, handsome, has a wonderful personality, and excels in every aspect. He’s genuinely a great guy.”

That thought echoed ominously in his mind, reminding him that nothing had truly begun yet.

Aella had loved him deeply once, only to be left shattered by his actions.

She wouldn’t easily open her heart to someone new.

As long as Aella remained unmarried, he still had a flicker of hope.

Tyrone repeated this mantra to himself, seeking solace in the thought.

The following evening, at the Winter Estate, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation.

Raine peeked into the kitchen, her brow furrowed. “Tyrone, you’ve been slaving away all afternoon. There’s no way Aella can eat all this!”

This was the first time she had witnessed her brother in the kitchen, a sight that was both amusing and surprising.

Two chefs hovered nearby, offering guidance as Tyrone meticulously plated dish after dish.

“Just remember,” he warned his sister, “don’t you dare let anything slip in front of her later.”

Aella had been upset with him for baking a cake for Zera, refusing to touch anything he prepared.

He couldn’t let her discover that tonight’s dinner was his handiwork.

Just then, Justin rushed in, his voice urgent. “Mr. Winter, Ms. Reid has arrived.”

Tyrone quickly set down his utensils, untied his apron, and straightened himself up.

“Go help Mom with dinner,” he instructed Raine, who nodded and hurried off to find Virginia.

With a deep breath, Tyrone made his way to the entrance, ready to greet Aella.

Aella smiled warmly as she approached him. “I brought some special aromatherapy oils for Virginia.”