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.

you... what are you doing?" she stammered, trying to pull her

little, his gaze steady and intent, lips curling into a faint smile. "Don't

and placed a small piece of

blinked, glancing down at

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 to her heart.

occurred to her to wonder why someone

around the sweet. "Come in. My grandmother's waiting

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

greeted her politely, "Good

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

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

ma'am. I've cared for Effie for a long time. Before, she was with someone else, so I only wished her happiness. But

words hit Effie like a jolt to the chest. She snuck a

she might have believed it

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