Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 584

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Chapter 584 Future Mrs Winter

Aella wanted to be with Tyrone, but she couldn’t give up school or her violin for him.

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Tyrone opened the pill box and held a morning–after pill to her lips. “I checked it just now. This one’s safe.”

Aella knew he was doing it for her sake.

Feeling playful, she teased him, “So, Tyrone … you don’t want to take responsibility for me?”

She hadn’t even finished the sentence before Tyrone blurted, “If you want, I’ll fly us to Tuspuyria right now and get the marriage license.”

Then, he added, “But you still have school. This isn’t the right time for a baby.”

Aella opened her mouth, and Tyrone slipped the pill inside.

She swallowed it right in fron

of him.

Then, she handed the glass back and flopped down, tugging the blanket up over herself. “You’re trying to trick me into getting married without even bringing a single rose? I’m not that dumb.”

Tyrone leaned over, tugged the blanket down from her head, and brushed a kiss across her forehead. “Look at the end of the bed.”

Aella saw the huge bouquet of red roses sitting at the foot of the bed and immediately rolled over to throw her arms around him.

Tyrone lowered his head, following the warmth of her breath, and kissed her again. “Aella, I’m in love with you.”

Ever since that night at Bluehaven, when he’d finally crossed that line and touched her, he had already made up his mind. He wanted to be with her.

After that, she was all he thought about.

He wanted to see her. He wanted to hold her.

He wanted to do every shameless, dizzying thing with her all over again.

He kissed her like he wanted to fold her into himself and never let her go.

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When Aella responded just as hungrily, Tyrone completely lost control and pulled her under with him for another round.

Afterward, Aella let him carry her straight into the bathroom.

That evening, at Winter Group’s Mudrus branch office-

There were still 40 minutes left until clock–out.

A few senior executives had Noel surrounded, peppering him with questions.

“Mr. Frost, we’re almost off the clock. Is Mr. Winter still coming back?”

“Mr. Frost, did he say the new proposal passes or not?”

“Mr. Winter’s never late for a meeting. What’s going on today?”

Pinned in the middle of the circle, Noel didn’t know what to say.

His CEO had told them there’d be a 2 p.m. meeting. It was past 4 p.m. now, and still no sign of

him.

He couldn’t exactly tell them their big boss had gotten a little too carried away in bed with a girl and completely forgotten about the meeting.

Just as Noel was about to sweat through his shirt, Tyrone walked in through the glass doors, fingers laced with Aella’s.

Watching his CEO stroll in, sharp and glowing like a man freshly lit up by love, Noel hurried over with the other executives. “Mr. Winter, are we still having the meeting today?”

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