Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Don’t Wait for Me

At seven o’clock that evening, Aella arrived at the restaurant.

Tyrone pulled out her chair like a gentleman.

She sat down, quietly watching as he ordered for them.

He wore a black suit with a matching shirt. Instead of looking dull, the outfit only made him appear more refined and reserved.

Tyrone had been raised since childhood to be the successor of the Winters. He had the pedigree, the education, the discipline, the manners, and the mind.

Aella had known him for 25 years. In all that time, she had never once heard him raise his voice, lose control, or act rudely.

Even with the waiters, he was calm and polite.

It felt like everything in his life was always under control.

Tyrone was a remarkable man.

And a man this perfect had married a woman he did not love.

Divorce was only a matter of time.

While they waited for the food, Tyrone set a small jewelry box by her hand. “Your anniversary gift,” he said.

Aella wrapped her fingers around her glass of water, nodded lightly, and glanced at it without expression.

She had loved Tyrone for 22 years and had been married to him for three.

Aella knew better than anyone that behind his polished manners, his heart was cold and distant.

When she was younger, she used to pester him for gifts.

He would give in eventually, annoyed, and she would show off the present for days.

But that was before everything collapsed. After her family went bankrupt, her mother reminded her that she was no longer an heiress, just an ordinary girl.

Her mother said she wasn’t a match for Tyrone anymore.

From that day on, Aella never dared to throw tantrums again.

She never asked Tyrone for anything.

Still, even if he didn’t love her, Tyrone kept up appearances.

On her birthday, Valentine’s Day, their anniversary, and even Women’s Day, there was always a gift waiting.

Tonight was no different. Seeing Aella was not in the mood, Tyrone opened the jewelry box himself and pulled out a diamond bracelet.

One glance told her it cost at least seven figures.

He reached for her left hand, his long fingers closing around hers as he tried to slip it on.

Aella instinctively pulled her hand away.

Tyrone tightened his grip on Aella’s hand. His eyes studied her with quiet sharpness.

“You don’t like it?” he asked.

There was a time when he could hand her a simple hair tie, and she’d beam with joy for days.

Now, he had just slipped a bracelet on her wrist, and she pulled away.

Aella shook her head, brushing it off. “It’s fine.”

Tyrone fastened the bracelet more firmly. “It looks beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Aella said softly.

Tyrone frowned.

She had followed him everywhere since they were kids, always asking for little things.

No matter how small, she never hesitated to take what he gave.

Now, after three years of marriage, she was suddenly polite with him.

He guessed it was because of Zera. He’d been distracted and had even forgotten their anniversary. She must still be angry.

Tyrone picked up the utensils and passed Aella the dessert. “Your favorite, chocolate truffles,” he said.

Aella stared at the plate, then lifted her eyes to him. “If I wanted something you cooked yourself, would you learn for me?”

Tyrone cut his steak with calm precision, his voice low and smooth. “Everyone has their skills. The chefs here, even the apprentices, could make it better than I ever could. Whatever you want, just buy it. Don’t worry about the money.”

Aella lowered her gaze, hiding the hurt.

Everyone has their skills. That was his answer.

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