Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108 Didn’t Have Time

Tyrone’s voice was icy, leaving no room for argument. “Aella, you don’t have a choice. Either accept this and come back to me obediently, or go sit in a cell and think about yourself.”

Aella slammed against him with all her strength. “Tyrone, you’re a bastard!”

When she couldn’t break free, she bit down hard on his shoulder.

Pain shot through him, but instead of letting go, he tightened his hold, keeping her firmly in his arms.

He let her vent her anger, teeth still sinking into his skin, yet he didn’t loosen a fraction.

Slowly, the room quieted.

The tension in his arms eased, and Aella’s body went limp.

Feeling her weight slide, Tyrone caught her before she could fall. “Aella?” he murmured.

When she didn’t answer, he realized she had passed out.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, then made a quick call.

Within minutes, the Winters‘ family doctor arrived. After examining her, he diagnosed low blood sugar triggered by emotional shock and gave her a glucose injection immediately.

After the doctor left, Tyrone turned off all the lights except for a faint strip along the headboard.

In that dim glow, Aella looked pale and fragile, almost ghostly.

Tyrone sat against the headboard, watching her.

His long fingers brushed stray hair from her forehead before gently pulling her into his arms.

Six months away had left her thin. He could feel her bones pressing sharply into his palms.

He held her closer, voice low and muffled. “Mrs. Winter… welcome home.”

When Aella woke, it was already late morning.

Her head was heavy and dizzy. As she tried to rise, she saw Tyrone emerge from the walk–in closet, dressed and ready for the day.

Their eyes met–hers blazing with fury, his calm. He walked toward the bed. “You fainted last night from low blood sugar.”

Memories of the night flashed back, and pain flickered across her pale, drawn face.

Tyrone looked down at her, reading every subtle shift. “You should remember what I said last night. Think it over carefully.”

Aella swung her legs off the bed, her ghostly face making her seem fragile enough to shatter.

Her voice was weak but steady. “Tyrone, I have nothing left, only my life. If you want it, take it.”

His reply was cold. “Human life is the least valuable thing to me.”

They stared at each other in tense silence before Aella turned and left the bedroom.

Passing the dining room, Tyrone stopped her. “There’s chicken soup on the table. Eat before you go.”

Aella shoved him hard. “Don’t pretend to care. Whether I live or die has nothing to do with you!”

This–this is the real Tyrone.

Cruel and cold.

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