Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 110

The noodles were perfectly separated, looking deliciously springy, while the greens were crisp and fresh. A golden fried egg sat invitingly on top just looking at the bowl was enough to make anyone's mouth water.

Lyman sat at the dining table, taking in the meal before him, his eyes shining with quiet contentment.

"You worked hard on this."

"Eat up. I'm going to take a shower," Effie said offhandedly.

At her words, something flickered in Lyman's gaze, a depth that hadn't been there before.

Effie could practically feel the heat of his stare. She hurriedly turned and made her way to the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water filled the apartment.

Lyman remained seated, his eyes unconsciously following her silhouette until the bathroom door closed behind her. He glanced down at his bowl-the steam rising, the aroma comforting-and an unexpected warmth bloomed quietly in his chest. He realized, somewhat to his surprise, just how much he enjoyed this simple kind of life.

He picked up his fork, twirling up a mouthful of noodles. They were just as chewy as they looked, the fresh greens and savory egg blending together into something homey and satisfying-simple, but perfect.

he finished eating, Lyman cleared the

Effie emerged, dressed in pale pink pajamas,

kitchen doorway, and paused,

lingering

self-conscious. She lowered her head, rubbing at her wet hair with a towel. "Glad you liked it. I'm going to go dry

you,"

she could protest, Lyman was already beside

grazing her scalp, sending a shiver down her

stood there, heart racing, acutely aware of how close they

grew charged, the silence

this trouble," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a nervous

his voice low and gentle, almost magnetic. "You made

her hair was dry and she was swept up in his arms,

room's temperature soared in an

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