From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 467

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 467**
**Chapter 467: I Miss That Night**

Aella couldn’t shake off the feeling that Daniel’s recent clinginess was becoming suffocating. Perhaps it was time to push his buttons just enough that he would storm off and never return.

As she stared at the fading taillights of Tyrone’s car, she could sense Daniel’s eyes boring into her.

With a tinge of jealousy lacing his words, he remarked, “What’s the matter, Aella? Having a hard time letting him go?”

She turned her attention back to him, her brow furrowing slightly.

At least he wasn’t being outright vulgar this time.

Rolling her eyes, Aella shot back, “Daniel, what exactly do you want from me?”

The more time she spent in his company, the more she found it difficult to take him seriously.

To the outside world, Daniel was the epitome of a refined gentleman, the third son of the Hills family, but in reality, he was anything but solemn.

“I need to use your bathroom. Is that alright?” he asked, his tone casual yet insistent.

Aella was momentarily taken aback.

What could she say? When nature calls, one must respond.

Having already asked, it felt impossible to refuse him.

With a reluctant sigh, she pointed toward the elevator, leading the way.

“Just so you know,” she warned, glancing back at him, “my parents and brother are home. Please, don’t say anything inappropriate!”

Daniel nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I’m quite good at keeping secrets. You can trust me.”

Aella closed her eyes for a brief moment, trying to steady herself.

He did have a reputation for being discreet.

He had promised not to bring up that unforgettable night, and he had indeed kept his word.

Yet, every time they were together, he had an uncanny ability to astonish her with his outrageous remarks.

At that moment, Aella felt as if Daniel were a genie, bursting to escape from his confines, impossible to restrain.

Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and ushered Daniel through the front door.

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“Who’s this?” Aella’s brother Clyde inquired, his gaze fixed on Daniel with curiosity.

The noise had drawn Aella’s parents over, their expressions a mix of intrigue and concern.

With a hint of awkwardness, Aella introduced him, “This is my boss.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Reid,” Daniel chimed in with a warm smile, “I’m a colleague of Dr. Reid. I happened to be passing by and thought I’d discuss something with her.”

Aella’s frown deepened as she looked at Daniel.

What had he just said?

Upon hearing that he was Aella’s colleague and supervisor, her parents quickly ushered him into the living room, eager to make a good impression.

Scanning the Reid family’s living room, Daniel remarked, “Mr. and Mrs. Reid, I’m actually planning to renovate my place before the wedding. Your home has such beautiful decor. Would you mind if I took a look around?”

Before he could finish, the orange Aella had just picked up slipped from her grasp and tumbled back into the fruit basket.

Their eyes met, and Daniel, maintaining a serious facade, turned to Aella, “Dr. Reid, may I?”

Aella turned her head away, taking a deep breath to regain her composure.

“Daniel, can you please just keep your mouth shut?” she said, her tone stern.

His gaze locked onto hers, an intensity in his eyes that sent shivers down her spine.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “If I obey you, do I get a reward?”

His gaze was magnetic, pulling her in, causing her heart to race uncontrollably.

Aella found herself backing away, but Daniel advanced, closing the distance between them.

When her calves hit the edge of the bed, she sat down abruptly, and Daniel finally halted.

Aella exhaled in relief, ready to stand up and reclaim her space when suddenly, Daniel leaned down toward her.

Instinctively, she leaned back to dodge him, but he braced one hand beside her, effectively pinning her down against the bed.

The suggestive angle, the intensity of his gaze—it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.

“Dr. Reid,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry, “what should I do? I really miss that night.”

Aella’s heart raced, and she blurted out, “Can you stop with the flirtation already?”

Daniel’s throat moved as he pressed closer, their breaths mingling in the charged space between them.

“I want to do more than talk. Will you let me?” he whispered, his voice dripping with temptation.

Aella clenched her teeth, panic rising within her.

What had she gotten herself into?

His long fingers reached for the collar of her shirt, slowly tugging it down, his gaze a predator’s as it roamed over her skin.

He hadn’t seen her in two days, and the longing in his eyes was unmistakable.