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.

softly, a shy

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

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

waiter arrived with two perfectly cooked sirloin

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

off a small piece with practiced grace,

kissed with a hint of smoky

her lips. "How is it?" he asked quietly. Effie nodded, her eyes shining with

and swirled the crimson liquid. He raised his glass in a toast. "To

gently against his. The crystal rang out with

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

figure out why Lyman was acting so out

been the romantic type,

off in thought, Lyman asked, "What's on

did you decide to

deserves

seen online earlier. She couldn't help but ask, almost timidly, "Is it

way to make up for a guilty

in his eyes. So she

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