Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 69

Once Cast Off Wife, Now Untouchable Qucen

Chapter 69 Don’t Push It Too Far

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Tyrone rubbed Aella’s back gently, trying to calm her. “Aella, I get that you’re upset. Come home with me tomorrow. Just tell me anything you want.”

Aella flailed, letting her anger take over. “I only want a divorce!”

He freed one hand, opened the bedroom door behind her, and then lifted her and carried her inside.

Setting her on the edge of the bed, he pressed her to sit down.

He squatted by her knees, meeting her gaze. “Aella, we’ve been married three years. Don’t you trust me at all?”

She turned her face away. “The second you lied to me for Zera and her kid, all trust was gone.”

Tyrone sighed and stood up, looking drained.

He took off his suit jacket and walked over. “Alright, we can drop this for tonight. Let’s rest and

talk tomorrow.”

Seeing that, Aella shot up. “Tyrone, don’t tell me you’re staying here!”

His expression darkened as he corrected her. “We’re married. Isn’t living together normal?”

She pointed at the bedroom door. “Go be with your first love. Don’t dirty my bed!”

Before she could finish, Tyrone wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her.

“Either you get in bed and rest, or I carry you straight to the helicopter. Your choice,” he said calmly.

Aella lost control of her emotions and hit him. “If you force me, I swear I’ll die right here!”

Tyrone set her gently on the bed and pulled the blanket over her. “I know you’re angry. I’m not a total jerk–I won’t touch you.”

Intimacy was always about consent.

He wanted her badly, but he wasn’t about to force anything.

He switched off the bedside lamp and lay down next to her, wrapping her in his arms over the

blanket.

Resting his head against her, he muttered, “Stop struggling. Just let me sleep a little.”

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Chapter 69 Don’t Push It Too Far

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No matter how much Aella kicked or twisted, Tyrone kept his eyes closed in silence, holding her tightly.

Eventually, she got exhausted and gave up completely.

After three years sleeping together, they’d tried every position. There was nothing to be shy about.

She lay stiff, wide–eyed, too angry to even think about sleep.

Ever since she was young, every time they argued, Tyrone only had two ways to make up.

Either he’d sleep with her until she relented or buy her gifts.

Even now, with a divorce on her mind, he was acting the same.

He’d bring up the issue, then dodge it in the end.

The more Aella thought about it, the angrier she got. She tried to sit up.

Seeing Tyrone lying there, totally unbothered, she leaned over in the faint window light.

Watching him sleep so soundly only made her angrier.

The next morning, Aella woke up on the couch. She went to the bedroom bathroom to wash up and found Tyrone just stepping out, freshly showered.

She walked in coldly. “Since you’re up, hurry and leave.”

He stood at the sink, looking at her reflection. “Mrs. Townsend’s 80th birthday banquet is the day after tomorrow. She personally invited you. You have to come home with me.”

Aella turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel. “I have work. I don’t have time.”

Tyrone hesitated, then said, “If you truly want to work, I’ll set up a hospital for you when we get back. Grandpa won’t interfere again. I promise.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m done relying on you so that you can control me.

“Call me only when it’s time to sign the divorce papers. You’ve got work and Zera and her kid to worry about. Stop wasting your time on me.”

Tyrone’s patience was running thin. “Aella, I’m bringing you home because I care about our marriage. Don’t push it too far. I’m offering you a way out. You’d better take it.”

Aella stood firm. “I won’t follow you anymore. I don’t need your help.”

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