Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 107

The mood in the private room instantly brightened.

Everyone exchanged knowing smiles, a teasing glint in their eyes.

Lyman had always been known for his composure, rarely betraying emotion in public.

"Looks like Mr. Etheridge is under strict orders from the wife tonight!" one

business partner joked, grinning broadly. "Never thought we'd see the day, eh, Mr. Etheridge?"

Lyman took it in stride, raising his teacup and taking a measured sip. His voice was calm, but there was a hint of amusement beneath it. "Honestly, it's not so bad, having someone at home to keep me in check."

Another partner lifted his glass, laughter in his voice. "So it was Mrs. Etheridge on the phone, was it? Well, let's toast to Mr. Etheridge-wishing you a happy family and an even more successful career!"

Lyman tipped his glass in acknowledgment, his tone reserved but clearly pleased. "Thank you."

After a few more rounds of drinks, the business at hand was nearly settled. Lyman took his leave soon after.

He was just about to head back to the office when his phone rang-it was Isabel.

Her voice was shaky, almost frantic. "Lyman, I... I think someone's following me. I... I'm really scared..."

Lyman's expression grew serious.

but remembered he'd already assigned Luther to

he had his driver take him

entertaining clients. When Lyman arrived, he spotted Carole

jumped a little when she saw

coolly.

broad daylight, someone dared to

rehearsing a lot lately, and she keeps saying she feels like someone's watching her. But whenever she looks around, there's no one there. I was out

guilty. "Mr. Etheridge, could you please comfort Isabel for a bit? She's

reply. He walked to the apartment door and

swung open almost

could react, Isabel threw

her fear palpable.

washed over her, and she collapsed into

unshed tears.

clean scent unique to him filled

moment could last

her hair loose and damp from a recent shower, her face free of makeup and pale with distress. She

perfume-just the faint, comforting scent of her soap

frown creasing his brow, clearly