Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 117

Effie took a seat and was caught off guard by the scene before her: the table was set with two sets of gleaming silverware and pristine plates, flanked by a pair of crystal wine glasses and a bottle of Bordeaux from 1982.

She blinked in surprise. Lyman had never struck her as the thoughtful, detail-

oriented type.

She'd assumed they were just going out for a casual dinner-nothing more.

But clearly, Lyman had planned something special.

After a minute, Lyman, as if performing a magic trick, produced a huge bouquet of red roses from a side table.

He walked over and said, "These are for you. Do you like them?"

Effie's eyes widened in astonishment. She accepted the flowers, her heart

pounding with excitement she barely contained.

Was this the first time he'd ever given her flowers?

She buried her face in the bouquet, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent.

love them," she said softly, a shy smile tugging at her

met his gaze. His dark eyes were like polished obsidian, mysterious and magnetic-one

the corner of Lyman's mouth. "I'm glad you do.

with

beautifully plated steak-charred on the outside, tender and

a small piece with practiced grace, then brought it

tender, juicy, and kissed with a hint

it?" he asked quietly. Effie nodded, her eyes shining with satisfaction.

wine glass, and swirled the crimson liquid. He

clinking it gently against his. The crystal rang

a sip; the wine was rich and velvety, laced with

figure out why Lyman was acting so out of

been the romantic type, had

thought, Lyman

blurted out, "Why did

couple deserves a little

online earlier. She couldn't help but ask, almost timidly, "Is it because of what's been circulating

to make up

dawning in his eyes. So she

open and matter-of-fact as he explained, "That's just