From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 463

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 463**
**Chapter 463: Scars That Can’t Be Erased**

Tyrone accepted the carefully wrapped gift that Aella had brought with a warm smile. “Come on in! My mom’s been talking about you non-stop this afternoon,” he said, his voice bright with enthusiasm.

Aella nodded, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she stepped into the cozy living room alongside Tyrone.

As they crossed the threshold, Raine, with her infectious energy, bounded over. “Aella! You finally made it!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Aella returned her smile, her nerves easing as she walked hand in hand with Raine toward Virginia, who was seated comfortably.

Taking a seat beside Virginia, Aella leaned in slightly, concern etched on her face. “Virginia, are you feeling any better?” she inquired softly, noting the pallor of Virginia’s skin.

Virginia had been battling a stubborn cold for the past week, and the exhaustion was evident in her tired eyes. “Just seeing you here makes me feel halfway better already,” she replied, her voice warm as she affectionately clasped Aella’s hand in hers.

Tyrone, ever the attentive son, chimed in, “Mom, dinner’s ready. Let’s head to the dining room and catch up while we eat.”

Aella observed Tyrone as he moved around the room in his loose loungewear, bending down to shift the footstool from beside Virginia’s feet. His gentle instructions to Raine on how to support their mother made her realize just how much he had matured.

He seemed more grounded, more aware of the significance of family ties.

It was as if his rebirth had imparted a newfound wisdom to him, a recognition of what truly mattered in life.

As Virginia entered the dining room, her eyes widened at the sight of the table spread with an array of mouthwatering dishes. She turned to Tyrone, a hint of mischief in her voice. “Tyrone, Aella adores chocolate truffles. Why on earth didn’t you prepare any for her?”

The mention of chocolate truffles sent a pang through Tyrone’s heart, and he glanced at Aella, searching her face for a reaction.

To his surprise, Aella remained unfazed, her expression calm.

She gently assisted Virginia in taking her seat, her touch soft and reassuring.

With a smile, Aella replied, “Virginia, I’ve been cutting back on sugar lately. I’m steering clear of desserts for now.”

Virginia nodded in understanding. “I suppose eating the same thing all the time can get monotonous. It’s good to switch things up every now and then.”

Tyrone’s gaze lingered on Aella, confusion and concern swirling in his mind.

**Chapter 463: Scars That Can’t Be Erased**

She hadn’t grown tired of chocolate truffles; rather, she had made a conscious choice to avoid them.

This was all his doing.

Raine, sensing the tension, tactfully settled on Virginia’s other side, leaving the seat next to Aella open for Tyrone.

With a determined look, Tyrone picked up his fork and placed a piece of perfectly steamed fish onto Aella’s plate. “Try this. It’s really good,” he urged, his voice laced with hope.

Without hesitation, Aella took a bite, her eyes lighting up with genuine delight. “Mm, it’s really good,” she exclaimed, a smile breaking across her face.

Tyrone’s heart raced wildly in his chest.

He had prepared this dish himself, pouring his effort and care into every detail.

And now, she was eating it.

She said it was good.

Raine, eager to join the conversation, chimed in, “Of course it is! This fish was personally…”

But before she could finish her sentence, she caught Tyrone’s warning glance and quickly pivoted. “This fish was personally selected by me from the market,” she said with a grin.

Tyrone’s grip on his fork gradually loosened as he relaxed, relieved that the moment had shifted.

Tyrone’s face fell at her words, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Aella…” he called her name, anguish lacing his voice.

He couldn’t help but inch closer to her, desperate to bridge the gap between them.

Aella turned to grasp the door handle, but Tyrone caught her wrist again, his grip firm yet gentle.

She looked back at him, her expression resolute. “Calling you by name is the greatest kindness I can show you right now.”

Silence enveloped them, the air thick with unspoken feelings.

Tyrone’s bloodshot eyes were filled with a mixture of pain and longing. “I just want you to stay with me for a little while… Just a little while,” he implored softly.

It was a rare moment to be this close to her, and he couldn’t bear to let her slip away so easily.

He had no intentions of forcing anything upon her; he merely wanted to bask in her presence, where his heart found a semblance of peace.

Just then, Aella’s phone rang, shattering the delicate silence that had enveloped them.

Startled, Aella pulled her hand free from Tyrone’s grasp and fished her phone out of her pocket.

Daniel’s name lit up the screen, a stark reminder of the world outside their intimate bubble.

In the quiet luxury of the car, Daniel’s call continued to ring, an unwelcome interruption.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them.

Tyrone still held onto Aella’s wrist, unwilling to let go just yet.

But Aella, feeling the weight of the moment, broke free from his hold and stepped out of the car, leaving him behind in the stillness of the night.