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.

Lyman cleared the table and washed the

long after, Effie emerged, dressed in

doorway, and paused, a little startled.

great." Lyman nodded, his gaze lingering on her, a familiar

wet hair with a towel. "Glad you liked

help you," Lyman

beside her, gently taking the

were tender, his fingertips occasionally grazing her scalp, sending a shiver

stood there, heart racing, acutely aware of how close they were close enough to feel each other's

charged, the silence thick with

trouble," she murmured, her voice barely above

trouble," Lyman replied, his voice low and gentle, almost magnetic. "You made me

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

temperature soared in

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