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.

heavy silence settled over the room,

floor-a slinky set of lingerie,

all the way to her ears.

Lyman 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

was burning hot,

do you really want me to calm down?" His breath was warm in her ear,

She knew she should push him away, but her body

her lip,

skin. "We're married. There's

torn between two voices-one telling her this wasn't right, the other urging her on. You're married,

she hesitated, Lyman suddenly released her and pulled back, exhaling

flicker of disappointment

saw how hard he was fighting to keep himself together, and her heart twisted. She knew Lyman always respected her boundaries—even now, when it was