From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 465

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 465**
**Chapter 465: The Warmth He Lost**

Aella shook her head firmly, a hint of defiance in her voice. “I’m fine.”

Tyrone glanced back at Clyde, who was wincing in pain, rubbing his shoulder as if trying to soothe an invisible wound.

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With a purposeful stride, Tyrone approached the young couple, his presence imposing and unyielding. He locked eyes with the man, his voice steady and low, “Which hand did you use to hit Clyde?”

The man, clearly intimidated by Tyrone’s chilling demeanor, stammered, taking a few steps back as if trying to distance himself from the confrontation.

The hand that had delivered the blow instinctively moved behind his back, a guilty gesture that did not escape Tyrone’s notice.

Tyrone’s gaze sharpened, a predator sensing weakness, and without a moment’s hesitation, he struck.

The crack of bone echoed in the air, mingling with the man’s anguished scream, a sound that brought a grim satisfaction to Tyrone. He released his grip, stepping back to survey the damage he had wrought.

The woman, indignant and furious, pointed an accusatory finger at Tyrone. “My husband is a department supervisor at Winter Group. Do you really think you can lay a hand on him without consequences? Do you have a death wish?”

Tyrone’s brow furrowed, a flicker of curiosity crossing his features. “A department supervisor at Winter Group?”

The woman puffed out her chest, her pride swelling in the face of Tyrone’s apparent interest. “Now that you’re scared, you better hurry and take my husband to the hospital and compensate us!”

Tyrone turned his attention back to the man, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “What’s your name?”

With every ounce of pain etched on his face, the man gritted his teeth and responded, “I’m not hiding who I am. Marcus Witt, the supervisor of Marketing Department Division 25 at Winter Group!”

Without missing a beat, Tyrone pulled out his phone and called Noel, his tone clipped and businesslike. “Noel, Marcus Witt—the supervisor of Marketing Division 25—doesn’t need to come back after the holidays.”

Marcus’s eyes widened in disbelief as he processed Tyrone’s familiarity with Noel. “Who the hell are you?” he demanded, a mix of fear and anger flashing across his face.

Tyrone regarded the couple with a look of disdain. “You’re not worth knowing.”

Aella stood quietly behind Tyrone, her heart racing as she observed him.

He was ruthless in his actions, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Turning around, Tyrone met Aella’s gaze directly, their eyes locking in a moment that felt heavy with unspoken words.

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Tyrone softened his voice, an unexpected gentleness breaking through his earlier ferocity. “Let me drive you all home.”

Before Aella could formulate a response, Clyde piped up eagerly. “Thanks, Tyrone!”

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Half an hour later, they stood outside the Reid Residence, the air filled with a sense of uneasy relief.

Aella’s parents, ever the gracious hosts, invited Tyrone upstairs, insisting he stay for lunch.

Tyrone’s cautious eyes flickered to Aella, a silent question hanging in the air.

He asked her softly, “May I accept?”

Aella met his careful gaze, her heart a tumult of emotions, before she looked away, her thoughts swirling.

If it hadn’t been for Tyrone’s intervention just moments ago, her family would still be entangled in the mess with that couple.

It was only natural for her parents to want to express their gratitude by inviting him to join them for lunch. She had no valid reason to stop them.

Seeing Aella nod, Tyrone stepped forward, opening the car doors for her parents with an air of respect.

Aella placed the plate on the dining table, her tone teasing but firm. “You’re a pampered rich boy who’s never lifted a finger. Don’t make things harder for my parents. Just sit and wait to eat.”

Tyrone followed her to the kitchen doorway, a smile ghosting his lips, but Miriam interjected, “Tyrone, don’t come in. It’s full of cooking fumes in here. Don’t get your clothes dirty.”

Warren emerged from the kitchen, carrying a bottle of expensive wine he had been saving for a special occasion.

Suddenly, Tyrone felt a sting in his eyes, tears threatening to spill over. He quickly excused himself, mumbling something about needing to use the bathroom, and turned away, desperate to regain his composure.

Aella glanced back at him, her intuition sensing something was amiss, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary.

In the bathroom, Tyrone stood before the mirror, staring at his reflection.

He had grown up amidst the chaos of his parents’ arguments, the atmosphere in his home suffocating.

He often made excuses to hide away at the Reid residence, or Aella would invite him over, providing a refuge from his turbulent life.

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Every visit had been a reminder of the warmth and acceptance he craved. Aella’s brother would greet him with enthusiasm, and her parents would fuss over him just like they were doing today.

They would prepare all their best dishes, showering him with love and care, treating him as if he were their own child.

And he had taken their kindness for granted, never fully appreciating the depth of their affection.

But now, reality hit him like a tidal wave. He wanted to be part of that family again, to reclaim the warmth he had lost, but he feared it was too late.

Tyrone braced himself against the edge of the sink, the pain in his chest feeling like shards of glass lodged in his heart, each one a reminder of what he had lost.