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.

a shy smile tugging

his gaze. His dark eyes were like polished obsidian, mysterious and magnetic-one look and she felt as if she could be pulled right

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

arrived with two perfectly cooked

steak-charred on the outside, tender and pink within,

knife, slicing off a small piece with practiced grace, then brought it to her

a hint of smoky flavor that lingered deliciously

smile playing on her lips. "How is it?" he asked quietly. Effie nodded, her

and swirled the crimson liquid. He

gently against his. The crystal

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

quite figure out why Lyman was acting so

been the

thought, Lyman asked, "What's on

hesitated, then blurted out, "Why did you decide to

married," Lyman replied. "Every couple deserves a little romance now and

online earlier. She couldn't

to make up for

in his eyes.

open and matter-of-fact as he explained,