Chapter 55

"If your sister can't behave herself, perhaps she should stay home and learn some manners, instead of running around biting people like a rabid dog."

Lyman's gaze swept over Mitchell, cold and cutting, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a mocking smirk.

Mitchell's expression darkened instantly. His fists clenched at his sides before he could stop himself.

But he knew better than to cross Lyman. Drawing a deep breath, he forced down his anger and replied, his voice low and icy, "Yes, Mr. Etheridge. You're right."

Lyman and Effie paid him no further attention.

Lyman slipped an arm around Effie's waist and led her away.

Mitchell stood watching them go, a bitter ache twisting in his chest, leaving him at a loss for words.

Lyman felt Effie tense beside him. He looked down, his eyes warm and steady. "Don't worry," he murmured, "I'm here. If she upset you, I could have someone teach her another lesson-just say the word."

but laugh. "No need. Didn't you see? I was the one with the upper hand.

broke over Lyman's face. His little wife was tougher than she

had witnessed the scene, and whispers rippled through the crowd. No one had ever seen Lyman so attentive to a woman before. The way he looked

ease and composure. She'd expected to feel nervous running into Mitchell, but now, looking at him,

ever made appearances like this, but as soon as he did, someone pulled him away for

he had business to handle, Effie offered to stay behind and

her a quick glance before

a seven-star French pastry chef flown in for the occasion. She helped herself to a slice of

front of her, blocking

and looked up-straight into Mitchell's insufferable

an instant. The mousse cake lost all

said, "You

face went black. "Effie,

it sounds like. You're in my way." Effie's

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