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.

finished eating, Lyman cleared the table

while later, the sound of the shower stopped. Not long after, Effie emerged, dressed in pale pink pajamas, her hair damp and tumbling messily

the kitchen doorway, and paused, a little startled.

nodded, his gaze lingering on her, a

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

you,"

could protest, Lyman was already beside her, gently

fingertips occasionally grazing her scalp, sending a

close they were close enough to

charged, the silence thick

murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with

almost magnetic. "You made me dinner. I can help you dry your hair.

and before Effie knew it, her hair was dry and

soared in an

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