Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 438

**TITLE: A Message On Whatsapp 438**
**CONTENT: Chapter 438 Never Even Saw Her**

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In a life that felt like a distant memory, Aella could never shake off the vivid image of Tyrone kneeling down, carefully trying on shoes for Zera. It was a scene that had etched itself into her mind, a poignant reminder of moments that seemed so trivial yet held such weight.

Daniel straightened his posture, locking his gaze with Aella’s, his expression turning serious. “You know,” he began, his voice steady, “if I truly had a wife and you asked me to tie your shoelaces, I would refuse. I simply couldn’t bring myself to diminish my wife’s dignity in such a way.”

Aella felt a warmth bloom in her chest as admiration for him surged. “Whoever ends up marrying you will be incredibly fortunate,” she replied, her voice soft but sincere.

Daniel’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he held her gaze. “So, are you considering the role of Mrs. Hill, then?” he teased, a playful grin dancing on his lips.

Aella’s cheeks flushed with heat under the intensity of his look, and she quickly sought to deflect the moment with humor. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare tarnish your reputation, Daniel,” she quipped, a smile breaking through her embarrassment.

With a courteous gesture, Daniel opened the car door for her, his demeanor lightening the mood. “No need to be anxious. I’m just joking around. First, let’s get you settled at the hotel. Tonight, I have a friend I’d like you to meet.”

Aella brushed her hair back, feeling the warmth still lingering on her ears.

Though Daniel labeled it as a jest, Aella couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his words.

Both of them were doctors, and their conversations flowed effortlessly whenever they met; it was as if they spoke a language that only they could understand.

Daniel possessed a strong character, came from a supportive family, and had a temperament that was genuinely admirable.

Yet, at this moment, Aella found herself prioritizing her work over anything else.

Romance, she thought, was an ephemeral distraction she wasn’t willing to invest her time or energy in.

Not too far away, Tyrone stood silently, watching as Aella and Daniel drove off. His fingers tightened around the shopping bags he clutched, the paper crinkling under the pressure of his grip.

Even while abroad, Daniel took meticulous care of Aella—he had booked the nearest hotel to the hospital, flown in just because the weather had turned chilly, crouched down to tie her shoelaces, and even made light of it all, ensuring she felt no obligation.

Noel, noticing the storm brewing on Tyrone’s face, hurried over to help, stowing the bags in the trunk of the car with a sense of urgency.

Tyrone leaned against the car door, slightly bending at the waist, as a dull ache gripped his chest, a familiar pain that had become a constant companion.

Even Daniel, who had never been in a relationship, understood the unspoken rule: once you had a wife, tying the laces of other women was simply unacceptable. The woman you married deserved to be cherished, not treated as an afterthought.

Aella had been his wife for three long years.

He had turned a blind eye to her feelings, accumulating hurt upon hurt, and now he found himself questioning whether he was worthy of her love or forgiveness.

At precisely 2 p.m., Aella had just stepped into her hotel room when a group of front-desk attendants entered, each struggling under the weight of several shopping bags.

The lead attendant approached her with a smile. “Ms. Reid, a Mr. Winter asked us to deliver these to your room.”

Aella’s brow furrowed in confusion.

Mr. Winter?

He had been sending her texts in the morning and video-calling her at night for the past two days, and it had begun to grate on her nerves. Today, she had firmly refused his call and ignored his messages.

Curiosity piqued, she unlocked her phone and saw the notifications—he had arrived in Tuspuyria early that morning.

Just then, another message pinged in.

It was from Tyrone.

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