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.

cleared the table and

emerged, dressed in pale pink pajamas, her

the kitchen doorway, and paused, a little startled.

nodded, his gaze lingering on her, a familiar heat in his

wet hair with

help you,"

protest, Lyman was already beside her, gently taking the towel from her hands and

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

how close they were close enough to feel

them grew charged, the

to all this trouble," she murmured, her voice barely above a

and gentle, almost magnetic. "You made me dinner.

the air, and before Effie knew it, her hair was dry and she was swept up in his

temperature soared in

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