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. "No, it's fine

truth, it still stung, but as she watched

knit tighter. "How could you be so careless with

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

didn't want

attention to the temperature," she

into his suit pocket, and pulled out a deep blue handkerchief, gently

at home. Are you able to walk? Let's go back,"

leave yet-Mr. Horace still hasn't

Horace was proving to be quite a

deal done tonight; she couldn't give

more than an hour of socializing, she'd managed to burn herself, and the contract

face turned cold. "I'll have

Horace think

sign, one way or

don't you have another appointment? You

replied coolly, giving her a look that brooked no argument. "Come on, let's

had no choice but

Luther, filled him in on what happened, and asked