Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 38

Lyman's brow furrowed unconsciously, a heaviness settling in his chest.

"How did you get hurt?" he asked.

Effie hesitated, then instinctively pulled her hand back, awkwardly replying, "I accidentally scalded myself with some tea."

She couldn't help but wonder-had Suzan done it on purpose?

Tea that hot was barely drinkable, after all.

Without another word, Lyman gently took her hand and led her to the sink. He turned on the cold water and held her hand under the stream.

His expression was focused, as if he were handling something precious.

Lyman's hand was large and warm, wrapping securely around Effie's slender wrist.

The cold water soothed the red skin on the back of her hand, cooling it, but it did nothing to hide the blush rising on her cheeks.

"Does it hurt?" Lyman asked softly, his gaze never leaving her hand.

head.

truth, it still stung, but as she watched the concentration on Lyman's face, the pain seemed

tighter. "How could you be

to say that Suzan might have done it on purpose, but in the end, she

didn't want

the server wasn't paying attention to the temperature," she said lightly. Lyman glanced at her, his expression

pocket, and pulled out a deep blue handkerchief, gently patting

you

sighed. "I can't leave yet-Mr. Horace still hasn't signed the

Mr. Horace was proving

done tonight; she couldn't give Mitchell any more

socializing, she'd managed to burn herself,

face turned cold. "I'll have

Horace think

one way or

don't think that's necessary. Besides, don't you have another

her a look

choice but to

the car, Lyman called Luther, filled him in on what happened,