Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 91

Lindy and Effie made their way to the dining table.

Friedman was out at a work event, so he wouldn't be joining them for dinner.

That left just the three of them to eat together.

Lindy noticed the look of distaste on Lyman's face as he eyed the bowl in front of him, his brow furrowed in obvious displeasure. With thinly veiled annoyance, she said, "I made this especially for you. Hurry up and drink it."

Lyman didn't budge.

Seeing this, Effie tried to coax him. "Your mom went through the trouble of making it just for you. You really should drink it-don't let her effort go to waste."

Let her effort go to waste?

Lyman glanced at Effie, a slow, wry smile tugging at his lips. "Do you really want me to drink it?"

Effie hesitated, confused by his tone. Still, Lindy had put so much care into making the soup—wouldn't it be wrong if he refused? She nodded earnestly. "Of course!"

smile widened as he replied, "Don't regret

out the soup,

settled down for

an Afternoon Tea Social next weekend. Are

hurt for Effie to start getting used to these sorts of gatherings. Even though Lindy herself wasn't

quickly replied, "I'm free next

service to flower arranging and table settings had its own

of social events was second nature to

late,

aside and, with a conspiratorial air, pressed a beautifully wrapped gift bag

in confusion, but she thanked her mother-in-law and

the drive home, Effie noticed a flush creeping up

particularly hot tonight, but something about Lyman seemed

face was burning red, and his breathing had grown shallow and

and looked at her with an unfocused, almost

Something