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.

Luther to check on her, but remembered he'd already assigned Luther

his driver

from the restaurant where he'd been entertaining clients. When Lyman

little when she

coolly.

daylight, someone dared to follow

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 negotiating a

could you please comfort Isabel for a bit? She's never felt very safe, and today really shook her

to the apartment door

swung open almost

react, Isabel threw her arms

her fear palpable.

and she collapsed

red and rimmed with unshed tears. She

crisp, clean scent unique

this moment

wore a silk nightgown, her hair loose and damp from a recent shower, her face free

hadn't bothered with perfume-just the faint, comforting scent of her soap lingered

brow, clearly caught off guard by