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.

she said softly, a shy smile

like polished obsidian, mysterious and magnetic-one look and she felt as if she could be

the corner of Lyman's mouth.

the waiter arrived with two perfectly

down at the beautifully plated steak-charred on the outside, tender and pink

a small piece with practiced grace, then brought it

a hint of smoky flavor

the faint smile playing on her lips. "How is it?" he

his wine glass, and swirled the crimson liquid. He raised his glass in a toast. "To us, and to this

her own glass, clinking it gently against his. The crystal rang out with a clear,

with hints of fruit and oak that left her a little

out why Lyman was acting so out

never been the romantic type, had

thought, Lyman asked, "What's

blurted out, "Why did you decide to take me

Lyman replied. "Every couple deserves a little romance now

earlier. She couldn't help but ask, almost timidly, "Is it because of

to make up for

paused, realization dawning in his eyes.

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