Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

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. I even slapped her. I'd say

smile broke over Lyman's face. His little wife was

attentive to a woman before. The way he looked at Effie

into Mitchell, but now, looking at him, he seemed

ever made appearances like this, but as soon as he did, someone

Effie offered to stay behind

shot her a quick glance before

stomach rumbled. She'd heard the desserts here were famous-made by a seven-star French pastry chef flown in for the occasion. She helped herself to a slice of mousse cake and

figure stepped in front

and looked up-straight into

instant. The

a note of annoyance, Effie said, "You

"Effie, what's that supposed to

in my