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

that, he picked up the bowl, ladled out the soup, and downed it in one long

settled

Lindy suddenly remembered something. "Effie, there's an Afternoon Tea Social next weekend. Are you free? I'd like to bring

figured it wouldn't hurt for Effie to start getting used to these sorts of gatherings. Even though Lindy herself wasn't particularly fond of small talk and formalities, some

replied, "I'm

about traditions- everything from tea service to flower arranging and table settings had its own set of rules. Determined to fit in, Effie had sought out a professional instructor

of social events was

it was getting late, Lyman and Effie prepared to head

they left, Lindy pulled Effie aside and, with a conspiratorial air, pressed a beautifully wrapped

left scratching her head in confusion, but she thanked her mother-in-law

noticed

she thought. It wasn't particularly hot tonight, but something about Lyman seemed

and quick. Unable to ignore it any longer,

tie and looked at her with an unfocused, almost feverish

concern spiked. Something definitely wasn't