From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 682

Chapter 682 Three Lifetimes

Chapter 682 Three Lifetimes

The moment their lips met, Aella’s initiative lit something fierce in Tyrone.

His kiss turned urgent.

Slowly, the unease that had been coiled tight in his chest unraveled under her quiet, willing response.

“We still have time,” he murmured, his voice rough and uneven. “Want me to take you shopping?”

She went limp against him, her cheeks burning, and nodded. “Put me back in my seat.”

He only held her tighter. “Stay right here. I want to hold you.”

She rested her head against his chest and listened to the strong, steady beat of his heart.

Since they had found their way back to each other, Tyrone had changed. He was more attached.

When they were alone, he always wanted to hold her, to kiss her.

He had learned to do housework with his own hands, learned to take care of her.

Even when she was at school, his messages would find her, asking how her day was going, whether she’d eaten lunch.

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She had loved the man he used to be, the accomplished, untouchable Tyrone Winter. But she loved this version even more: the one with warmth in his hands and softness beneath his skin.

Every time he reached for her first, every time he responded to her, it settled something deep in her bones.

Just before seven that evening, at a luxury mall downtown.

Tyrone walked beside Aella, his hand wrapped around hers as he accompanied her through a women’s boutique.

She held a cup of bubble tea in her free hand, browsing with interest but no real intention to buy.

He already kept her wardrobe more than full. Every season, entire collections appeared in her closet, tags still hanging on half of

them.

She couldn’t possibly wear through them all.

He stopped. “See anything you like?”

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “Half the things you’ve bought me still have the tags on.”

He nodded. “Then let’s go upstairs. You can pick out a few things for me.”

She blinked in confusion again.

Every piece of clothing Tyrone owned, every accessory, was custom-made for him by luxury houses.

He never, ever walked into a department store to buy off the rack.

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Chapter 682 Three Lifetimes

What had gotten into him today?

Biting back her questions, she followed him upstairs.

He stopped in front of a streetwear boutique

in this store is your style”

ly at his sleeve “Tyrone

an inch. “How would

ve never tried it?”

at the hoodies and gra

Leaning in close, she lowere

presence at all.”

He locked down at her

window, then back at the expensive suit draped across his should

you move in boardrooms, not concert venues. This stuff doesn’t

adable. “Am I dull?” he asked quietly, “Boring?”

the kind of man who wore sunshine on his sleeve and laughter on his tongue.

Three lifetimes, and

She thought of

Smiling

Their

ate.

ugh his and let her voice go sweet and coaxing. “Tyrone, are you worried I’ll get tired of you?”

you?”

est and answered with absolute certainty. “Of course not. I love seeing you in suits. You look od.”

ension easing. “You mean that?”

gerated seriousness. “You’re tall, you’re handsome, your family background speaks for itself, and you’re people aren’t. You’re the most impressive man I’ve ever met.”

mouth lifted despite himself.

ble tea from her hand, then laced their fingers together and led her toward the elevators.

take you somewhere good to eat.”

t expected him to be so easily coaxed, and a quiet laugh slipped out.

ked at each other. She laughed, and then he laughed too.

aced around. A cluster of women ne

Ives at him any second.

abbed his attention. “From

hungry expressions, like they might throw

wept over the gro

out, hoo

one, he kissed her.

eness she had over him.

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When he felt uncertain, she soothed him.

When she felt jealous, he proved himself to her.

d ever dreamed of.

elevator, leaving a trail of envious stares behind them.

chose to walk back to the apartment, hand in hand.

frame moved with an easy, grounded

wore her pleated school skirt and navy esh snow.

They strolled along the sidewalk. His them at a careful distance, neither

Under the streetlights, their sh look twice.

Tyrone glanced dow

Aella slowed,

Under the

“Let

is dark suit lending him an air of effortless authority.

er long hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youth like sunlight

and unhurried, and hers light and skipping. The black Bentley trailed

across the pavement, drawing glances from passersby who couldn’t help but

Kat school for a while now. Have you thought about what comes next?”

1. “Not really.”

e took both her hands in his.

n you graduate, do you see yourself going with an orchestra, or performing solo?”

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