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.

trying to pull her hand back, but he only

in a little, his gaze steady and intent, lips curling into a faint smile.

that, he reached into his pocket and placed

glancing down at it. "This

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

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

occurred to her to wonder

her fingers around the

followed her inside, arms full of gifts. In the living room, an elderly woman with kind eyes sat

"Good evening, ma'am. I'm

before her was tall, strikingly handsome, and carried himself with a refined air. Compared to Mitchell, he was in a league of his

skeptical. He was

cared for Effie for a long time. Before, she was with someone else, so I only wished her happiness. But now that he

chest. She

she didn't know better, she might have believed it

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