From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 582

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Ever since Noel followed his CEO to the branch office, he’d been sleeping less than five hours a night.

Just a few minutes ago, Tyrone had slammed down a hard order: the new proposal had to be revised and finished before morning.

Everyone had already braced for an all–nighter, and Noel had the coffee lined up and ready.

No one expected their CEO to suddenly tell them they could clock out.

Stepping out of the hotel elevator, Noel immediately saw Aella sitting by his boss’s door.

No wonder his boss had rushed back so fast.

Clearly, this girl meant something special to him.

She might very well be the future Mrs. Winter.

Standing behind Tyrone, Noel brought his palms together in a silent bow of gratitude: Thank you, Mrs. Boss, for saving our lives.

“Mr. Winter, have a good night,” he said quickly.

Then, Noel wisely slipped his keycard into his own door and disappeared into his room.

Tyrone walked slowly toward Aella.

Seeing her perched on her suitcase, asleep against his door, made his chest ache in a way couldn’t hide.

He’d wanted to wrap things up here as quickly as possible and fly home to see her.

But the situation at the branch was a mess, and he’d been dragged down and stuck.

He never would have imagined Aella would fly all the way out here to find him.

He bent down slightly.

Tyrone reached out and gently brushed his hand over Aella’s small face.

Before he could say a word, Aella stirred awake.

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When she saw Tyrone, her sleepy eyes curved into an extra–sweet smile. “Tyrone, you’re finally back.”

She jumped up and threw herself straight into his arms.

Tyrone’s body clearly went stiff for a second, then one arm wrapped around her while the other pushed the suitcase into the room and nudged the door open.

The door closed behind them with a soft click.

His arms tightened around Aella’s shoulders without him even realizing it.

That long–missed jolt in his chest swept every trace of fatigue from him in an instant.

Tyrone lowered his head and asked quietly, “How did your parents agree to let you come?”

Aella was stunning.

She was the kind of girl people would ask for her number just for walking down the street.

Her parents rarely let her go anywhere alone.

He had no idea what kind of storm she’d kicked up at home to make them finally compromise and let her fly out here by herself.

Aella leaned into his chest, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart and breathing in his familiar scent, feeling completely at peace.

She gently pushed back a little and tilted her head up to look at him. “My parents drove me to the airport, and after I landed, one of their friends drove me here.”

Only then did Tyrone really relax.

He pulled out his phone and called her parents.

While Tyrone was on the phone with Warren and Miriam, Aella stayed nestled right in his

arms.

Hearing Tyrone promise them he would take good care of her, she burrowed her head even deeper against his chest.

When the call ended, Tyrone gave her shoulder a light pat. “Are you hungry?”

Aella shook her head. “Tyrone, I want my answer now.”

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She continued, “You promised me that once my exams were over, you’d give me an answer. I’ve already waited more than a month.”

One way or another, she had to make things clear with him tonight.

She was old enough now to choose who she wanted to love.

If Tyrone still wasn’t sure, then she’d just keep chasing him.

If he still couldn’t let go of his ex, then she’d keep her distance and stay far away.

In something like this, she refused to muddle through in a haze.

She wanted it clear and concrete.

They looked straight at each other.

Tyrone raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips lingering on her skin for a

moment.

Their gazes locked, and something quiet and wordless seemed to settle between them.

His thumb slid to the corner of her mouth, as if he were gently tracing out a feeling he hadn’t said aloud yet.

Tyrone dipped his head, his thin lips barely brushing across hers in the lightest touch.

“What answer do you want?” he murmured.

That low, magnetic voice felt like it carried its own spell, and Aella’s heartbeat jumped, a rush of electricity running through her and making her chest tremble.

A hint of shyness flickered in her eyes as she stared back at him.

But Aella didn’t back away.

She asked, “Tyrone, do you want me to be your girlfriend or not?”

His gaze slowly dropped, finally settling on her soft, flushed lips.

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