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.

eating, Lyman cleared the table

Effie emerged, dressed in pale pink

spotted Lyman standing in the kitchen doorway, and paused, a little

gaze lingering

with a towel. "Glad you liked it. I'm going to go

help you,"

guard, but before she could protest, Lyman was already beside her, gently taking the towel from her hands and

tender, his fingertips occasionally grazing

aware of how close they were close

air between them grew charged, the silence

have to go to all this trouble," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a nervous

magnetic. "You made me dinner. I can

and before Effie knew it, her hair was dry and she was swept up in his arms, carried straight into the

temperature soared in an

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