Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 92

Effie's cheeks flushed scarlet in an instant.

Lyman let out a dry, rueful chuckle, his gaze complicated as he looked at her. "Nourishing soup? Oh, that was her special little 'energy booster' for me."

Effie suddenly understood, her face burning even brighter. "What? Mom-she... how could she do that!"

Lyman released her hand and rubbed his temples, his tone resigned. "She's been desperate for a grandchild, you know that. I just didn't expect her to go this far."

Effie was mortified, wishing she could sink right through the floor. She glanced at Lyman, guilt gnawing at her when she saw how uncomfortable he looked. "I'm sorry. I had no idea there was something in the soup. I even encouraged you to drink it..."

Lyman shook his head, offering her a weak smile. "It's not your fault. You couldn't have known."

Honestly, he couldn't even blame Lindy. Isabel had just come back, stirring up all kinds of trouble. Lindy just wanted to take the initiative-she was worried Isabel might try to come between them. So, she'd made that ridiculous soup, probably afraid her own son would prove useless when it really mattered.

over

toppled over. Its contents spilled onto the floor-a slinky set

deepened all the way to her ears. She scrambled to shove everything back

staring at her, his eyes dark and intent. "Effie..." His voice was low and rough, a tremor of restraint running through it. Her heart hammered in her chest. Instinctively, she took a step back. "Lyman, just -calm down, okay? I'll go get you something to counteract

escape, but Lyman caught her by the wrist. His palm was burning hot, his grip gentle but inescapable.

really want me to calm down?" His

should push him away,

bit her lip, whispering, "Lyman, we

soft laugh, his breath tickling her skin. "We're married. There's nothing wrong with this.

her this wasn't right, the other

her and pulled back, exhaling

the flicker of disappointment in her

together, and her heart twisted. She knew Lyman always respected her