Chapter 16

Effie's heart skipped a beat, racing faster than she could control.

"Nervous? Give me your hand," Lyman said, noticing the flush in her cheeks and her quickening breath.

"What?" Effie hesitated, caught off guard.

She could feel Lyman's presence-solid, warm, and unmistakably masculine-so close that it left her breathless.

"Your hand. Come on."

Almost without thinking, Effie offered her hand. Lyman reached out and took it in his, his grip firm yet gentle. The warmth of his palm seeped into hers, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against her skin, sending a tingling sensation up her

arm.

Her pulse only quickened, a rosy blush blooming across her face and even creeping to her ears.

she stammered, trying to pull her hand back, but he

intent, lips curling into

reached into his pocket and placed a small piece of

down at

you're feeling down or anxious," Lyman said, his eyes sincere and almost intense, "have a piece

earnest, and for a moment, Effie felt the warmth from his hand travel straight

her to wonder why someone like Lyman would carry

her fingers around the sweet. "Come in.

the living room, an elderly woman

her politely, "Good evening, ma'am. I'm

quietly surprised. The man before her was tall, strikingly handsome, and carried himself with a refined air. Compared to Mitchell, he was in

one Effie mentioned?" she asked, still a little skeptical. He was impossibly perfect, but was he truly sincere

for Effie for a long time. Before, she was with someone else, so I only wished her happiness. But now that he can't give her

the chest. She snuck a look

better, she might have believed

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