Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207 Tyrone Lost Control

Seeing Aella bristle, Tyrone cased his face.

He laced his fingers with hers. “I’m not blaming you. I’m telling you–those three? Almost nobody beats them.”

Aella slipped her hand free without a ripple and followed him into the dining room.

This morning, he’d called from overseas; she’d brushed him off–said she’d be tied

up

late.

Then, he showed up unannounced, walked in on a poker party … and didn’t blow up.

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Something was off.

One woman, five men, one table.

Lively didn’t begin to cover it.

Sayer popped up to pour Victor a drink. “Mr. Vic, bottoms up. Treat this like your own place.”

Brad chimed in, “Swing by often. No need to stand on ceremony.”

Tyrone sat, expression flat, staring holes through Sayer and Brad.

These two really did forget whose house it was.

He clocked Clyde picking around the fish. “You’re still growing. No picky eating.”

Clyde shot him a lofty look and grabbed a rib.

Tyrone swallowed the rest.

Since the rift with Aella, the kid–usually obedient—had him painted as the villain. Every time they met, it was either a glare or a cold stare.

Brad shot him a side–eye.

“Being picky is fine. Eating anything that moves makes you sound like livestock.”

Tyrone met Brad’s gaze, warning clear.

He told Clyde, “We’ll run you home after and check on Mom and Dad.”

Sayer shook his head. “I know the route. I’ll take him.”

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Tyrone set his forks down, calm as a knife. “You’ve been there before?”

Sayer puffed his chest. “Of course. Her folks love me.”

Tyrone glanced at Aella and drew a slow breath.

After dinner, Sixer took Clyde home, the housekeeper picked up Victor, and Brad went upstairs.

The apartment shrank quiet: just Tyrone and Aella.

She broke down the poker table; he stepped in to help.

From above, his stare pinned her face.

“So that Sixer is a regular at your parents‘ now?”

Fleighed

Aella veered. “Your little darling’s selling knockoffs on a livestream and getting roasted. Not sure anyone’s guiding your son either. Maybe go check.”

Tyrone caught her wrist.

“This is my home. The only one. Quit with the snark.”

She pouted. “Your granddad came for me last week. I pissed him into a relapse. I have no clue if he’s discharged. Want to swing by the old place first?”

His control slipped a notch.

He said, “It’s the middle of the night–what are you trying to push me into?”

She yawned, exhausted. “Don’t be mad. It’s a reminder, not a directive.”

She added, “You flew for hours. You must be exhausted. Go get some sleep.”

She turned for the bedroom; he snagged her at the waist.

“How long are you planning to keep me on the couch?”

They locked eyes.

She pointed toward the small guest room. “Or I vacate the master for you?”

That did it–something twanged in him.

He lifted her onto the poker table.

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Black trousers, white shirt–his long frame cut leaner, sharper.

He leaned in, one hand cinching her waist, the other planted by her hip, caging her.

They stared, breath tangling.

Hands braced behind her, Aella’s gaze was tense, guarded.

She bargained, voice low. “We can talk. Put me down first.”

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