Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 306

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Chapter 306 Lines That Can’t Be Crossed

After everyone left, only Tyrone and Aella remained in the quiet hallway upstairs.

Tyrone tried to explain himself. “Even if you hadn’t come up, I wouldn’t have hurt Clyde.”

Aella let out a dry laugh. “Tyrone, don’t pretend you’ve never hurt him.”

Remembering that day, Tyrone’s expression faltered.

He took a cautious step closer. “I didn’t mean it that time. Besides, Clyde hit me too. I just let him vent his anger.”

Tyrone looked into her eyes. “Aella, can we just forget about it?”

Aella stepped back, her voice steady.

“Forget it? The pain you caused me and my family–I’ll remember that for the rest of my life.”

She added, “If you want me to forget, you’ll have to wait until the day I die.”

Ignoring the hurt flickering in Tyrone’s eyes, Aella turned sharply to leave.

He instinctively reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Aella turned back. They stared at each other.

Tyrone asked quietly, “Everyone misunderstood you and Mason just now. Why didn’t you clear it up?”

Aella yanked her hand free. “Misunderstood what? We’re both single. There’s nothing to explain.”

Tyrone stood frozen, watching her walk away. His emotions churned until he slammed his fist into the wall.

Downstairs, the party was still buzzing with laughter and chatter.

Sayer and Clyde rushed over. “He didn’t give you a hard time, did he?”

Aella shook her head.

When Tyrone came down with Lysander, Aella lowered her eyes, pretending not to see them.

Tyrone couldn’t stop looking at her, though he kept his distance.

Lysander said, “We’ll be drawing lots later. Whoever gets picked dances the first dance with Aurelia.”

Brad chuckled. “I’m too old for that. Let the youngsters draw.”

Clyde lifted both hands. “Dance? I don’t even know how!”

Sayer crossed his arms proudly. “I’m not dancing with that little rascal.”

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Everyone laughed.

Just then, a tall woman walked up, holding a wine glass with casual elegance. “What’s so funny over here?”

She wore light–toned tailored pants, flawless makeup, and a short bob tucked neatly behind her ears. Other than a watch and a thin necklace, she had no extra jewelry.

She looked sharp, confident, and effortlessly stylish.

Lysander gave Tyrone a subtle glance, then introduced her. “Everyone, this is Vivienne Guinevere.”

After the introduction, Vivienne’s gaze landed on Aella. Her eyes brightened with curiosity. “Lysander, who’s this beautiful lady?”

Aella smiled politely. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Guinevere. I’m Aella Reid.”

The two locked eyes–poised, calm, and unflustered.

Aella looked away first.

It was clear Vivienne already knew exactly who she was.

Tyrone didn’t miss a thing, his gaze following Aella’s every move.

Aella took Henry by the hand and said to the group, “You all keep chatting. I’ll grab something to eat with the kid.”

Just as she turned, a waiter passed by with a tray of drinks.

The tray tilted toward Aella. Mason reacted instantly–he caught her around the waist and spun her safely out of the way.

When she found her footing, Aella realized she was pressed close to him, their position far too intimate.

Tyrone froze.

He had reacted fast, but he’d been too far away. Mason was right beside her, close enough to pull her in.

Seeing another man holding Aella, Tyrone’s eyes darkened. His fists clenched at his sides.

Everyone noticed the tension and exchanged wary looks.

Mason quickly let go and apologized. “Sorry, Dr. Reid. I moved on instinct.”

Aella waved it off. “You saved me. I should be thanking you.”

Their tone was polite, but the easy familiarity between them was obvious.

Vivienne watched as Aella and Mason walked off together, then quietly stepped up beside Tyrone. “Seems your ex–wife’s pretty popular, Mr. Winter.”

Tyrone lowered his gaze, hiding his emotions, and walked away without a word.

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Vivienne watched him leave, a faint smirk curling on her lips.

Aella and Mason were chatting when Daniel, Brad, and Raine arrived with Aurelia in tow.

Aurelia leaned close to Aella. “Aella, do you know Sayer’s home address?”

Aella blinked. “Sayer?”

Aella couldn’t help glancing at Daniel.

He shook his head with a helpless smile. “She’s always been wild. Give her a little room, and she’ll climb all over you. Don’t encourage her.”

Aella laughed softly. “Without Mr. Locke’s permission, I can’t give you his address. But you’re welcome to come over to my place instead.”

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